Under the bright candlelight, Chen Zhuo's face was ashen, revealing uncontrollable resentment and anger in his eyes.
Father and daughter, though no longer harmonious, had previously maintained a semblance of decorum.
Tonight, the mask finally dropped, and the truth was revealed!
The father and daughter confronted each other, one calmly seated, the other standing stiffly, one tall, one short. Their gazes locked for a long time, and in the end, it was Chen Zhuo who admitted defeat.
"How did it come to this?" Chen Zhuo's eyes reddened, tears spilling from the corners: "Shao Hua, we are father and daughter, flesh and blood. How did it come to this?"
Jiang Shaohua curled her lips, not a trace of amusement in her eyes: "Enough with the nonsense. There are only two paths before you, no third option."
"You have one night to think clearly."
"If you follow my instructions, there will still be a place for you at the Nanyang Prince Mansion."
