As father Song spoke, his fingers trembled, and he pulled out a bank card from under his pillow. Then he handed it to Xu Jiamu. "There's ten million RMB on this card. It's not Sisi's money. It's money I've saved up over the years from working. It's for you."
Xu Jiamu furrowed his brows, but didn't take it.
Father Song shoved it into his hands. "When you become a father one day, you'll understand why. A father would rather die than let his daughter suffer, so you must take this money. There's no other reason to do it. I just want to give it to my daughter. I want to earn back her dignity. If you respect my daughter, then you should take this money."
Even though Father Song didn't blame Xu Jiamu, but he still felt like he couldn't hold his head up.
