Fu Yunhai's chest heaved with rage, anger mounting.
He put his hands on his hips, turned his back to Fu Yin, and said, "In that case, you can't blame me for giving up on over 20 years of father-daughter feelings. You're not worthy."
"Dad..."
"Don't call me Dad!"
Fu Yin finally realized that the situation was beyond redemption. She hurried forward, tugged at Fu Yunhai's sleeve, and, like she used to, whined, "I didn't mean to ruin her, I just, just..."
She couldn't even articulate her motivation for doing this.
Fu Yunhai turned back to look at her, but the coldness and determination in his eyes made it clear that everything was too late.
Fu Yin said, "Could you not send me back to the Zhou Family?"
Fu Yunhai did not speak.
The urgency in Fu Yin's eyes was obvious, and she continued, "The Zhou Family is full of weirdos, do you want me to live with them? I'd rather not."
Fu Yunhai squinted his eyes and said coldly, "You're not going? Then where do you plan to go?"
