Chi Huan pulled out a sparse smile, "That's your daughter, if her own father doesn't care, how can you expect a stranger to consider her in every matter? I never intentionally seduced you, nor did I plot to tear apart her parents… It was under the coercion of a powerful and influential man that I sought a future for myself. How could I have so much spare energy and effort to consider someone who has nothing to do with me—"
Her red lips parted, shaping the clear script, "Even if I am not a good person, the real instigator is still you. Even if she grows up and becomes sensible, the person she should hate is you, you're the one who failed to be a competent father, and the one who failed to be a competent husband, also you. I've done all I could."
Mo Shiqian's thin lips held a profound and inscrutable smile, listening quietly until she finished, his face remained undisturbed, merely responding indifferently, "Huanhuan, saying all this is really too pointless, too dull."
