A crystal clear voice sounded from outside.

As Lin Mengya lifted her head, she indeed saw Qinghu, who was dressed in a costume meant for a priest.

He looked very different from how he usually dressed at home. The Qinghu before her eyes had turned into a chilling, cold-blooded killer.

"Lass, your father is here to bring you home. Whoever is that beak-nosed guy, watch out how you treat my daughter. If she's hurt in any way, I, being her father, will ...