Qiao Zhenbin's voice came through, carrying angry accusations.
Indeed, whenever Qiao Xi did not meet his expectations, he acted like this.
Despite knowing this, Qiao Xi still harbored a sliver of fantasy.
But fantasies are ultimately just bubbles.
They burst upon touch.
"What's wrong with me? Even though you are my dad, you can't just blame me without knowing the facts, can you?"
"Weren't you supposed to bring Ah Dang home for dinner? You've delayed it for so long, can you even manage it?"
Qiao Xi scoffed coldly, "I can't manage it, so why don't you find someone else? Perhaps ask Qiao Nan? See if she can bring Shen Dang back."
Isn't it just that he doesn't love her?
Because of the lack of love, he also doesn't care about whether she feels hurt or not.
She should have known this when her mother died.
She lowered her gaze, still feeling as if someone was gripping her heart, making it hard to breathe.
"You..."
