Song Wanning looked at the lingering redness in the corners of his eyes and nodded.
"The soul that possessed her is from an Otherworld. Dealing with it might cause trouble, so perhaps I can lend you a hand."
'If she didn't get involved, Jiang Wentian might not be able to finish off Jiang Cen. He might even end up in danger himself.'
So, she decided to bring it up.
Upon hearing her words, Jiang Wentian clenched his fists again.
"I must avenge my daughter with my own hands!"
Right now, his only thought was avenging his daughter. His own safety was unimportant.
Only if Jiang Cen died by his hand could this burning hatred finally fade.
With that, he strode off and quickly vanished into the night.
Song Wanning watched his retreating figure, waited a moment, then followed.
'She couldn't allow for any accidents. She had to witness the intruder's downfall with her own eyes before she could rest easy!'
