"How is it not related? She's my daughter."
"How can you prove that? Just because you look somewhat alike? There are plenty of people who resemble each other; does that mean they're all your daughters?"
Upon hearing Pei Huai's words, Chen Meirong found herself at a loss for words.
After stammering for a while, Chen Meirong finally regained her voice.
"Don't go off on a tangent with me. I say she's my daughter, and she is my daughter. Have you ever heard the saying, 'There's no overnight feud between mothers and daughters'? Even if she's still upset with me for what happened back then, people have a natural bond. She's now a mother herself, so she'll definitely be able to understand my heart and sympathize with how difficult these years have been. We'll be fine eventually, and how can you be sure she won't blame you for stopping me now?"
Pei Huai chuckled softly. The look he gave Chen Meirong grew meaningfully.
