"Dad, have you ever cared?"
The gentle words made Gu Zhengjin's expression falter, and ripples of guilt stirred in his heart.
He looked at his younger daughter who he hadn't seen in a long time. She had grown up, gotten taller, but just didn't seem to put on weight, skinny as a feather. She didn't resemble him, nor her mother, but her innate gentle stubbornness was just like her mother's...
It was he who owed both mother and daughter...
Lin Shuhua, who was next to him, saw Gu Zhengjin spacing out. She knew he must be thinking of that despicable woman again and, without a hint of gentleness, nudged him with her elbow. Her expression then changed to a more aggressive one as she faced Gu Xiaoer, "Xiaoer, what are you talking about? How has your father not cared about you? Running away from home when you were only five, your father was so worried that he hired a nanny to take care of you. The food you eat, the things you use, aren't they all paid for with your father's money?"
