Song Lingyu and her daughter were happily thinking when they saw Lan Zhongxuan coming out. Song Lingyu immediately adjusted her expression: "Zhong Xuan."
"Ling Yu, I'm going out for a while."
Lan Zhongxuan said.
"Zhong Xuan, what are you going to do? Didn't you want to..." Song Lingyu immediately grabbed him.
"Just like what you're thinking."
Lan Zhongxuan didn't feel ashamed at all, after all, he had no feelings for Lan Xin Ai.
"Zhong Xuan, Xin Ai is your daughter."
Song Lingyu was eager for Lan Zhongxuan to go, but on the surface, she had to put on an act.
"A married daughter is like water spilled out. This money is just a token of gratitude for having given birth."
With this thought, Lan Zhongxuan felt the remaining bit of guilt disappear. Even if he hadn't raised Lan Xin Ai, he had still fathered this daughter. Without him, she wouldn't have her current life.
He felt no guilt about this money.
"Zhong Xuan."
