"Qin Mu! Regardless of whether you admit it or not, you have my blood, Qin Haiming's blood, flowing in your veins, and for your whole life, you are my daughter, Qin Haiming's daughter."
Qin Haiming, enraged, slammed the wine glass he had just picked up onto the table, stood up, and looked at her with bloodshot eyes, seeking affirmation.
"Then do you dare to acknowledge me as your daughter in front of the entire city?"
Her icy gaze met the man before her, who was no longer the loving father she once knew. She still remembered being held high in his arms as a child, but in the blink of an eye...
The coldness of the world had taught her to be callous and disloyal.
"You're speechless? Let me say it for you, you don't dare, because when the whole city has forgotten that you have a daughter, in your heart, you had already decided that I must have died along with my mother."
"You..."
Qin Haiming was so furious that his whole arm trembled, and he was nearly incapable of speech.