The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old. She was wearing a long white dress. Her beautiful face was like an egg, full of tears, and her expression was sad and helpless.

"Inkstone."

Hearing the girl's words, Fu Qingfeng couldn't help looking at Song Inkstone with imploring eyes.

"Get up and lead the way." Song Inkstone murmurs.

"Thank you." Fu Qingfeng was grateful that Song Yan could save his father in a very short time with a few bullets in his body, so he had no doubt that Song Yan could not save his father.

"Brother, who is he?" The girl looked at Song Yan curiously.

"Don't talk nonsense,...