An Yan's lips curled into a mocking smile, "Mr. An, didn't I say not to call me ever again?"
An Zaili sighed, "An Yan, no matter what, I'm still your father. Yirou might be your half-sister, but she's still related to you by blood. The press conference that day wasn't aimed at you; it was just to clear things up for the child Yirou is carrying. After all, the child is innocent; it's not right for him to be born with a stigma. And you've really misunderstood; Yirou is seven weeks pregnant, not four."
Listening to the other party's defense, An Yan asked, "Are you done making excuses?"
"Making excuses? An Yan, Dad really wants to have a proper talk with you."
An Yan chuckled lightly, "Got the court summons, huh?"
An Zaili: "..."
An Yan sighed lightly, "Well, since you all seem so eager to see me and get my forgiveness, it's not impossible. Here's what we'll do, I'll visit the hospital the day after tomorrow, just be ready to receive me."
