After a long time, Su Zhiguo finally laughed angrily, "Fine, fine, fine, you talk to me like this, do you, Su Chaoxi? I am your real father, you..."
"You remember you're my real father?" Su Chaoxi's voice was laced with mockery, "I thought I was just a punching bag, a target for all your frustrations."
"Su Chaoxi, watch your tone!"
Su Chaoxi couldn't be bothered with him, saying lazily, "My tone is, it's none of my damn business! The mess that your son created, that's for you to clean up. Don't think about pinning the blame on me."
Su Zhiguo was stunned.
He had long been accustomed to this daughter's needy and compliant behavior towards him.
Where on earth did Su Chaoxi's defiance come from now!
Su Zhiguo couldn't believe it, and when he wanted to say something, Su Chaoxi had already hung up the phone.
Su Chaoxi!
She actually hung up on me!!
Su Zhiguo suddenly felt a surge of blood to his head, an unbearable rage nearly overwhelming him.
