Fang Zhiyuan said sheepishly, "What are you talking about? How can you say warming a cold shoulder with a hot face? She's my own biological daughter."
"You're suddenly realizing she's your biological daughter now? Who was it that broke off relations with her back then? Those harsh words weren't just mine. You had your part too. If you want to acknowledge her as your daughter, you need to see first if she acknowledges you.
Now that she's climbed the social ladder, does she even look up to you?"
Fang Zhiyuan's face darkened, this woman has been speaking like this, sarcastically, since the day she married him.
"Ye Hua, I'm telling you, don't act shamelessly. There are so many people here. Let others laugh at us, laugh at our Fang family's joke. You better watch out when I get home."
He kicked Ye Hua fiercely under the table.
Ye Hua groaned in pain, what a bastard, why did she marry such a loser back then.
Fang Zhiyuan stood up and went straight to Old Mrs. Song.
