Chu Peixian was once again amused by Qi Ming's bandit logic.
"So by your logic, Qi Miao is my daughter, enjoying thirty years of good days in the Qi family in place of my own daughter, and she's our savior?"
Her hands were folded in front of her, coldly gazing at Qi Ming's indifferent face, continuing:
"Our Qi family made a mistake in adopting the wrong child back then, and indeed it was our fault, but we didn't treat Qi Miao poorly. Qi Ming, please understand, I don't lack daughters, having Qi Miao as my daughter isn't a great favor to me. So, I'm telling you seriously, Qi Ming, don't talk to me about feelings from these thirty years."
Qi Ming was not good at talking in the first place. The words he uttered were what he thought was rational and just, and others couldn't refute them.
But now, Chu Peixian's one sentence left him with a flushed face and no way to fight back.
