Ever since he had found out about his daughter's identity, Jiang Zhiyuan felt that this was the closest he had ever been to her.
They were only separated by the computer screen. She was sitting in the live broadcast Hall, and he was sitting in a simple rental house.
He was clearly related to her by blood, and they were father and daughter. Unfortunately, just like many netizens, they could only rely on the internet and the host's mouth to find out if their biological daughter was married and if she was happy.
He bit his cheek even harder, and the cigarette in his hand flickered even more rapidly.
Jiang Zhiyuan had never felt so helpless in his entire life.
Even when the kidnapping failed, he was imprisoned, and almost lost his life, he didn't feel this way.