Your Concern Is Two Years Late

"Very good. What's the matter, Mr Qin?"

Pei Yunge furrowed her eyebrows slightly.

She never thought that Mr Qin would call her at this time.

Mr Qin was silent for a moment. "Ge'er, I'm your father…"

Hearing this, Pei Yunge, who was in the bedroom, paused for a moment before she laughed lazily. "Mr Qin, you don't want to have a daughter like me, do you?"

"Ge'er, it's not…" Mr Qin could not help explaining.

"Just treat it as if I've never returned to the Qin family. We're on different roads, so it's not too bad if we go our separate ways," Pei Yunge said calmly.

Hearing this, Mr Qin suddenly realized that Pei Yunge really didn't care about the Qin family anymore.

"Ge'er, it's your mother's fault. I'll let her apologize to you, alright?"