The Image Of Him As A Loving Father Had Fallen Apart

Long Yang sat down in a chair, his eyes weary. He massaged his brow and said quietly, "Weiwei, I'll leave this matter to you."

Lu Liangwei knew he was not in the mood to deal with the situation, but she refused to let the culprit bask in triumph. 

At that moment, Ji'er was most definitely drowning in misery at the West Water Frontier.

The thought of Ji'er being sad and depressed gripped her heart painfully.

She was not going to let the culprit get away with this.

"All right. I'll get Zhao Qian and Chu Yi to look into it." She paused, looking at his haggard face, and softened her voice. "I'll go and pack some clothes. We'll set off for the West Water Frontier today."

Watching her bustle all over the place, Long Yang wanted to dissuade her from going with him and exhausting herself. However, he changed his mind —Ji'er might refuse to see him if he went to the West Water Frontier alone.