After Song Song left in a daze with the CD, Qiao Yanjing looked at the closed door and murmured, "That girl named Song Song, whose daughter is she? Mine, or yours?"
Huo Chen laughed coldly, taking a step forward, eyes filled with grief, "Qiao Yanjing, do you really care so much about whose daughter she is? Does it really matter?"
"I love Xue Qin. No matter whose child she is, I'll treat her as my own. While you only care about those false appearances, this... is the biggest difference between us!"
"Get out quickly, don't let me see you again!"
"..."
Qiao Yanjing clearly knew he and Huo Chen have always been evenly matched. He would tell him Song Xueqin is already critically ill, all for the humiliation at this moment.
So, from the start, he never planned to let them have a final meeting.
If he forces his way in now, the result will be just as he said, a crippled leg.
