Mu Yiliang thought of Nie Qing's wall of collectibles, a chill running down his spine!
"Later, after the child was born, I worked hard to demonstrate my value, and only then did he let me go, gradually relying on me more and more." Su Yan sighed, "Unfortunately, that child was raised by Nie Qing and completely ruined."
"Is that why you hate Nie Qing so much?"
"I am indeed pleased to see him end up miserable, but I don't hate him that much," Su Yan squinted her eyes, "After all, you can't expect justice from a madman, can you? In fact, having you send him on his way was an act of mercy on my part."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Sijue shot her a cold glance, prompting Su Yan to quickly make an apologetic gesture.
"What I really want to tell you about is Wanwan."
Mu Yiliang was stunned: "Who is that?"
"My daughter."
"You have a daughter??"
