"Qing Er, I'm not trying to take the child from you, I just want to see her. Where is she? Can you tell me?"
Qing Er turned away from him coldly, her back facing him, and said with a heavy heart, "She's gone."
For the past thirteen years, no one knows how she managed to get by alone with the child.
The bitterness and hardship, only she can truly understand.
This man is unfit to be a husband, let alone a father.
The two of them parted ways long ago; she can't even imagine how he has the nerve to ask about his child.
After being apart for so many years, if she hadn't appeared in his life, had their mother-daughter relationship been dead to him?
"What did you say?"
Tang Wanjun was incredulous at her words.
He stepped in front of her and clutched her urgently, "Gone? What do you mean by gone?"
Qing Er loathed his hypocritical demeanor, shaking off his hand, she gritted her teeth, "Gone is gone, Tang Wanjun, stop harassing me."
