"Enough!"
Xin Liao's voice betrayed his utter impatience. His gaze turned icy as he looked at Qianxun, his tone commanding: "Qianxun, all the mistakes in the past were mine. It was my fault—I shouldn't have assumed you weren't my daughter and done those things to you. Now, I've confirmed that you really are my daughter. We are family, close kin. What grudges could linger overnight between us? Today is your wedding day, and I came specifically to give you my blessings."
Qianxun's face darkened. At this moment, what exactly was Xin Liao trying to imply?
Slandering her?
Slandering Mu Xin?
Ou Zun, standing by her side, didn't look any better.
It was clear Xin Liao had come to stir up trouble.
However, if stirring trouble was all Xin Liao intended, it wouldn't fully live up to his shameless reputation.
