After Lu Haidong stepped forward to hold Yan Ruoxi and left, Xiaoli returned to her room. Once she locked the door, she picked up her phone and dialed Niu Hui's number.
As soon as the call connected, she angrily cursed, "Niu Hui, have you forgotten that vow you swore? You said after taking those thirty thousand, you'd stop bothering me. What right do you have to ask me for more money?"
"Oh, Xiaoli, who are you talking to like that?"
Niu Hui wasn't angry; he just replied coolly, "No matter what, I'm still your father. Can you call me by my name so casually?"
"Father?"
Xiaoli snorted coldly, "Do you deserve to be called my father? Look at everything you've done; what have you done that a father should do?"
Her questioning left Niu Hui speechless. He indeed never fulfilled his responsibilities as a father, and he couldn't deny that. But to him, money was above everything, and blood ties were nothing in comparison.
"Money, the only thing I recognize in this life is money!"
