They Would Descend Into Madness Together

Ding Yuejia could not understand what his father was saying. He just wanted to see Le Tian. He would die if he did not see Le Tian again.

"Father, please take me to Le Tian. I need to see her or else I will die." Ding Yuejia cupped Ding Junqi's face with his small hands, looking anguished.

Ding Junqi looked at his son's small face. His face was nothing like that woman's.

He always remembered a lightning strike and that familiar face that pricked his heart.

'Who doesn't love money? Give me money, then I will give birth to the child.'

Those words had haunted him for several years. It was only two years ago that the woman's face had reappeared in his memory.

However, he could not remember anything other than that sentence and that face. The superimposed memories made him suspect that something significant had happened in his life, but Ding Yuejia was real.

The existence of this little devil was an amazing thing.