Qiao's mother blurted out directly, "So I hope you can let Ruoxin go, let us be a family again. Her biological father has been absent from her life for so many years..."
What Qiao's mother didn't expect was for Mo Chen to sneer and say coldly, "What the hell do I care!"
"Mr. Mo..."
"For a father to be absent from her life for so many years and only now remember to play the good dad, don't you think it's a bit too late?"
His tone was full of irony and mockery.
Qiao's mother felt as if she were sitting on pins and needles.
Mo Chen's voice was as chilling as a cold wind, with a bit that was hurtful, "Ms. Jiang, it's best not to tell that little brat about those filthy and disgusting things you and your husband did. Not everyone has the shamelessness and strong heart that you do."
That little brat had always longed for familial affection; if they knew the dirty truth, the last line of psychological defense would probably collapse.
