"Lanlan, we're father and daughter. No matter how terrible you are, you're still my daughter." Han Guosheng almost gritted his teeth as he said this, but he still had to pretend. After all, he wasn't an actor. He didn't manage his expression well, so he looked quite hideous.
"Really? I was afraid of embarrassing you when I went back." Le Yao looked grateful. "After all, your family of four is happy. I'll feel out of place when I go back, but I'm relieved to hear that."
Han Guosheng frowned for a moment.
"Besides, I talked to Lawyer Dai yesterday. He's already sent me all the details of my mother's assets. The villa in the West Mountain is still my mother's dowry. Lawyer Dai said that it's also my property." Le Yao looked innocent. "In other words, you're all living in my house now."
She, Le Yao, was not Han Binglan. How could that bastard Nangong Jue be more important than money? How could a relative like Han Guosheng be more important than money?
