Leng Xue was curious and turned to Xia Luo, "Daddy, do you know my dad?"
"Is your dad named Tang Wanjun?"
Leng Xue nodded, "Yes."
"..." The man's curious gaze fell on Qing Er, appearing meaningful.
Qing Er still didn't speak, sitting there with a cold face, lost in thought.
Leng Xue pouted and muttered, "So it turns out Dad found out about Daddy Xia Luo's existence, and that's why he doesn't believe I'm his daughter. I need to call Dad and clear things up."
As she spoke, Leng Xue lowered her head to feel for her phone.
As soon as she took out the phone, Qing Er stopped her.
"If he wants to think like that, let him. Why explain to him? No matter how much you say, he doesn't believe us."
Leng Xue's actions paused, and she looked up at her mother.
She knew that her mother was hurting inside, and she herself was hurting too.
After all, she had called him "Dad" herself, yet he couldn't just openly take her to the hospital like that.
Her father's actions really hurt her too.
