"No, Dad, please don't be angry," Zhixi took a deep breath and said, "Of course, you are my father, and you always will be, but I don't want to be Miss Leslie anymore. If this identity becomes an obstacle, then I'd rather not have it."
Gu Bingjun was silent for a while before he sighed and said, "Silly girl. Do you think things are that simple? The conflict between Zhuo Yuwei and He Jingyao has always been there, and even if you're no longer Miss Leslie, it won't change anything. Your existence has only intensified their conflict."
Zhixi felt a pain in her heart and was about to speak when suddenly a hand snatched her phone away.
Then, her back collided with a scorching chest.
Her body tensed slightly, but she did not turn around.
"Uncle, it's me." He Jingyao held the phone to his ear, his voice mild, "Zhixi is being stubborn, don't be angry. Rest assured, I will handle this."
