Su Guohua looked at his two children, "Xiao Jie, I am your father."
Su Shijie snorted coldly, feeling the irony, "Su Guohua, you have the audacity to say that?"
As children, he and his sister lived like beggars, often going hungry.
It's a bit better in the summer, but in the winter, besides hunger, they also suffered from the cold.
When Zhang Juan was bullying them, did he ever treat them as his own children and speak up for them?
That was all, but what they could never get over was what happened five years ago.
They intended to drive their sister to her ruin, that's something they could never forgive.
Su Guohua looked at Su Shijie angrily, "You damned brat, even till death, I'm still your old man, still the blood running in your veins."
"You can go, we don't want to give you a hard time, but from now on we have nothing to do with each other."
Thinking back to what happened five years ago, to Su Ningyan, it seemed like a nightmare.
