"A man who treats you well, looks after the family, and acts like your father, that's what is important. That Qin Ziye, I see something in his eyes, something that's not quite pure," said my father.
Tang Yuxin wanted to laugh but instead, she wanted to cry even more.
It turned out that only she was blinded by the harsh realities of life. Tang Zhinian saw it, everyone noticed it. She was the only one deceived by her feelings, hoodwinked and led astray.
"Don't worry, dad," she smiled at Tang Zhinian, but her smile was pitiful.
"I haven't done anything bad. There's a sick person at Qin Ziye's place over there. I haven't left that door for days, and neither has Qin Ziye entered. As for the type of illness, you will know soon enough," she explained.
"What about you and him?" The question Tang Zhinian probably wanted to ask most was about their relationship.