Fan Hui had tasted Yu Jingting's iron fists.
Threatened by Yu Jingting only once, he immediately confessed out of fright.
"I'm just... here to see my daughter."
"???" Yu Jingting loosened his grip and stepped back, his face full of question marks. He reached out, knocking Fan Hui's head again.
"Did you hit your head or something? Your daughter has already been admitted to the mental hospital. Even if you want to trigger memories, you should squat in your old home in the backyard and reminisce there."
Fan Hui's house had burnt down. After moving away, they never bothered to rebuild it.
"At this point, I can't hide it any longer. Suizi, she is my child..."
Fan Hui looked at Suizi, his eyes filled with aged tears.
Suizi was taken aback. Her hands wrapped around her arms, rubbing them hard.
"Ai Ma, even the village idiot back at our hometown has more dignity than you. Your face is not impressive, but your vanity sure is." Yu Jingting was also taken aback.
