Before the plan could be realized, he had already seen through it, making things between them increasingly complicated.
She withdrew her hand and poured herself a fourth cup of tea. The teapot was now empty, and the tea had also gone cold.
As she drank the cold tea, she said, "Bai Zhenhong is not easy to deal with, and I haven't grown strong enough. Without evidence, I can only stare in frustration and hatred. Even if I claim to be his daughter, he won't admit it."
"Is Xia Ying your only friend?" Fan Shaoming suddenly asked, a thought flashing through his mind.