Qiao An's voice was filled with a hint of choking.
A pair of beautiful eyes misted over.
The shimmering water vapor seemed on the verge of condensing into tears, ready to break forth like a dam.
"What did you say?!" Ji Zhicheng looked at Qiao An in shock.
Unable to bear children?
Qiao An gave a bitter smile and lowered her head, "Ji Qingxin stole my father's love, usurped the place that should have been mine, and now do I also have to give up the man I like? Why, why should she? After all, I am your biological daughter!"
By the time she reached the last sentence, she was almost grinding her teeth with hatred.
Biological daughter.
Ji Zhicheng was struck still by these words; after all, he had no biological connection to Ji Qingxin.
She was the seed of Chen Min and Dong Yu, bearing a resemblance to Dong Yu, while only Ji Shi'an was his son.
But... Qiao An was his biological daughter.
