Father Ruan thought of the child he had raised for the godmother for more than twenty years. His anger made him lose his mind. “If you speak up for her again, you will also get out of the Ruan family with her!”
“Father, you...”
“Brother, stop talking!”
Ruan Bao'er interrupted him and suppressed the pain in her heart. She looked at her father, who had doted on her in the past, “Elder Ruan is right. I am not a child of the Ruan family to begin with. From today onwards, I have nothing to do with the Ruan family, and I will not visit them again. Elder Ruan, please take care of yourself in the future. Brother, Goodbye.”
The determination on her face made Ruan Qinghe’s heart ache. A struggle flashed through father Ruan’s heart, but when he thought of her identity and the death of his own daughter, Fuya, his tone became increasingly harsh.
