Because of the light screen Lan Hong had projected, Qiangwei clearly saw what Du Kao had done.
She did not want to believe it, but it was the truth. Even if she wanted to deny it, she could not, and now she was deeply troubled.
She had mourned Du Kao's death for a long, long time. She had only just managed to pull herself out of that grief, only for reality to tell her that it had all been false—a lie. How was she supposed to accept that?
"Qiangwei..."
Rui Mengmeng wanted to comfort Qiangwei, but Qiangwei stopped her.
"I'm fine, Mengmeng. Let me have some time alone."
"All right, Qiangwei. Try not to dwell on it. If anything happens, contact me directly."
"Thank you, Mengmeng."
Qiangwei smiled at Rui Mengmeng, then rode her motorcycle to an open area and raced it, pushing it to top speed to vent some of the frustration in her heart.
After speeding around for a while, Qiangwei stopped. Looking at the setting sun, she felt a forlorn sense of having nowhere to turn.
Unfortunately, Qiangwei had not studied literature, so she had no way to express her current feelings through poetry or verse.
"Why?! Dad, why did you do that? Why?"
She simply could not understand why Du Kao had done such a thing.
"Want to know why?"
The voice that suddenly sounded behind her startled Qiangwei. She hurriedly turned around and saw Du Kao.
"Dad!"
The expression on Qiangwei's face was especially complicated—shock, confusion, and anger.
"No! You're the traitor, Du Kao!"
"Hahaha, traitor? I am no traitor. From beginning to end, I have been carrying out my ideal: making Deno great again."
Du Kao raised both hands as if embracing the sky.
"That is not a reason for you to help Carl