Sang Zhilan finally realized something: that girl was also her daughter. As long as Tang Yuxin acknowledged her, nothing bad would happen, nothing at all. What could Tang Zhinian do even if he found out? He still loved his daughter and wouldn't allow his daughter's mother to be disgraced or become an object of public scorn, right?
Yet, Tang Yuxin turned her face away. With a calm expression, she stayed close to her father. Right now, both of them exuded an air of melancholy and were rigidly unapproachable.
At that moment, Tang Zhinian stopped, and then lifted his daughter onto his shoulders.
"Xinxin, would you like some bread? Daddy can buy you some," said Tang Zhinian, with a smile on his face. He affectionately tousled his daughter's hair, but his eyes were full of sadness, ready to overflow.
He was still upset, indeed quite aggrieved.
