"You, you've really gone too far. It seems I shouldn't have been soft-hearted and raised you. When you were little, I should have stuffed you in the toilet and drowned you," Qin Muliang said desperately, his words less carefully chosen in his agitation.
Qin Yin watched him with a cold gaze, amused by his frantic behavior. Just a moment ago, he maintained the facade of a loving father, but now he was saying this—these were his true feelings, weren't they?
If it had been the Qin Yin of the past, she might have been heartbroken, upset, and wished for death. But the current her had been tempered into steel and was utterly unaffected by such words, feeling not the slightest affection for Qin Muliang as a father.
"Then I really should thank you for showing mercy," Qin Yin said with a mocking laugh, her voice even colder and devoid of any emotion.
