One Hundred Million

Everyone was stunned, looking up at the large screen where Zhao Xinghua was being held down by Ye Lingfeng. Covered in blood and looking like a god of death returned from hell, Ye Lingfeng's handsome face was icy cold.

"Tell me, what do you want to do to Zhouzhou?" Ye Lingfeng demanded.

Hearing her name, Zhouzhou was momentarily stunned before she excitedly bounced up, saying, "Dad, I'm here!"

Upon hearing his daughter's voice, Ye Lingfeng looked over and finally released Zhao Xinghua. He walked over to his desk and sat down, holding the computer. Seeing Zhouzhou standing there unharmed, his expression softened.

"Are you okay?" he asked gently.

Zhouzhou shook her head and nodded at the same time.

Ye Lingfeng's heart skipped a beat.

Then his little girl pouted and complained, "Dad, Uncle said I'm a little shorty!"

Ye Lingfeng: "......"

Isn't that the truth?