When Mr. Rong heard this, his anger surged, and he picked up a cushion and threw it at Rong Siyuan.
"How many women have you accompanied shopping? Have you ever gone shopping with your daughter Qingqing? Tell me, how old is Qingqing this year, do you still remember? What does Qingqing like, do you know? When is Qingqing's birthday, do you remember?"
"Rong Siyuan, have you, as a father, ever cared for your daughter Qingqing?" Mr. Rong asked, both angry and heartbroken.
"Dad, why are you so furious? Even if I don't remember when Qingqing's birthday is, my assistant will. Haven't I always sent a gift every year for her birthday?"
"Besides, doesn't Qingqing have you as a grandpa to care for her?"
Listening to Rong Siyuan's reckless words, Mr. Rong felt even more pity for his granddaughter Rong Qingqing.
"Siyuan, I'm getting old already. How many more years can I protect Qingqing? Have you thought about what will happen when I'm gone and Qingqing is left alone?"
