"Xiaolu!"
Zhu Jingxuan waved at Xiaolu.
His face was all smiles, his slightly plump figure stood tall and straight, and it was clear that he had been handsome in his youth.
Xiaolu stood still, looking at this blood-related man with a sense of unfamiliarity.
"Xiaolu, it's really great to see you again."
Zhu Jingxuan approached Xiaolu.
"What's the matter?"
Xiaolu's hands were in her pockets, and her body instinctively stepped back; she coldly put distance between them.
Zhu Jingxuan immediately realized it, the smile on his face paused, replaced by a look of guilt.
"Xiaolu, Dad is sorry. It was Dad's fault back then. Dad shouldn't have abandoned you and your mom. If you don't want to forgive Dad, Dad can understand. Dad is old now and just wants to use the rest of his life to make it up to you."
Xiaolu laughed.
It was as if she had heard a massive joke.
"Make it up? What can you make up to me?"
Xiaolu asked mockingly.
