An Jiancheng felt a shade of shame under his eldest daughter's intense gaze, but he still had a sanctimonious reason to say, "I know you hate me…help Xueqi get a role? You blame Dad…"
"Dad? I dare not aspire to that. You're just An Xueqi's father, no longer mine." An Ning said these words with a heart that couldn't help but sting.
It was clear they were always hurting her, framing her, and just because she fought back, she became the bad guy?
An Xueqi framed her, wanted someone to hurt her? Had he not heard any of that?
It was way too easy for her to be painted as the villain.
The little guilt in An Jiancheng's heart vanished in an instant, swallowed by anger. "You think I want to be your dad? I wish I'd never had a daughter like you."
"Since we've reached an understanding, it's even better, you will no longer be my father, and I won't be your daughter," An Ning said decisively.