Yes, this is Tang Zhinian, Tang Zhinian who unconditionally loves his daughter.
Not everyone is like Lin's father, and certainly, not everyone is like Tang Zhinian.
Lin Yile's eyes widened. Suddenly, she opened the door and ran out, covering her face.
She was hurt. She was hurt by Tang Yuxin. She was hurt by Tang Yuxin's soul-stripping words.
How can such a woman exist in this world? She seems to always hold a knife, jabbing at people's hearts, but you can't say a word to blame her.
Because she's honest, because she tells the truth, because the truth is just so.
Tang Yuxin came out holding a fire jar, went into the room to put it, and when she came out, Gu Shangjiao had already brought out two bowls of noodles and placed them on the table.
The noodles were served in soup, sprinkled with finely chopped green onions. The smell was very appetising, and the presentation was not bad either.
