"Stop, enough!" Rong Jing'an, who was out of patience and energy, directly called a halt and wouldn't allow Song Weiyi to explain any further.
"Weiyi, I don't want to hear how it happened right now, nor did I come here today to listen to your explanations."
He tilted his chin up, scrutinizing his daughter with a bruised and swollen face, and his brow furrowed the next moment.
"Dad, then what did you come for?" Song Weiyi inquired humbly.
To say he came specifically to see her, given the disgust he felt towards her and Pei Yibai at this moment, was as likely as the sun rising from the west.
"All these years, who raised you, provided you with food and clothing without worry, even enough to attend such a good university?"
"Shanshan is your sister, that's an undisputed fact that will always hold true. 'Bone may break, but the tendons hold it together,' have you heard that?"
