King's face did not show too much sadness.
When he looked at Mrs. Lan Xiang, the cold in his eyes transformed into an endless icy pond.
His voice was as cold as his gaze.
"Dead?"
Mrs. Lan Xiang did not understand his expression and thought he was blaming her.
Biting her lip, she felt her throat choked by something and wanted to speak, but found she couldn't make a sound.
"Congenital heart disease… She had no heartbeat right after birth…"
It was only after a long while that she managed to say these words with difficulty.
"Hah!"
King sneered, "Stay away from my daughter!"
Lan Xiang was stunned, feeling the hostility from King.
He still blamed her for what had happened years ago.
"If our daughter were still alive, she would be about the same age as Manman, King, I really like Manman. Please don't stop me from contacting her, okay?"
Mrs. Lan Xiang pleaded earnestly.
After saying this, she suddenly realized something.
"Wait, how old is Manman?"