However, after he had abandoned her with such disgust last night, she had not expected him to actually call.
Should she be happy that he still knew to care whether she was alive or dead, or should she mourn that his concern was so timely?
Caught in a lie, Xia Yuxun felt her heart turn cold, "Dad... I..."
"Yuxun! How can you debase yourself like this! Even if I beat you to death today and pretend I don't have a daughter like you, it would be better than watching you shamelessly debase yourself and throw yourself at men!"
With every strike of Xia Molin's rattan stick, Xia Yuxun let out a muffled groan, but her body didn't flinch or dodge.
And Xia Molin's heart was not at ease either; the pain he inflicted on his daughter was felt in his own heart.
