This feeling, he had once believed, would only arise when he was facing Chu Yihan.
Because they were brothers born of the same mother, the closest of kin.
No!
Chu Yifeng furrowed his brows deeply—this isn't right!
He knew himself well. Even if it involved his own bloodline, if he didn't acknowledge or love the child, it was impossible for his emotions to be swayed to this extent. This Chu Xi, she...
Something's wrong!
"Whose daughter are you?" Chu Yifeng took a swift step forward, his cold and oppressive gaze locking onto Chu Xi.
Chu Xi stared at his cold and resolute face inches away and spoke firmly, enunciating every word, "I, Chu Xi, am the daughter of Chu Yifeng and... Rong Sheng."
"Rong Sheng? Impossible! Is it not true that you're Qingqing's and My child?" Chu Yifeng gripped her shoulders tightly, almost breaking her delicate bones.
Zuo Qingqing's heart trembled violently, "Your Highness..."
