Lu Jingtian spoke, his probing gaze turning back to her.
For some reason, Lu Wanwan felt uneasy under that look, always sensing that her father expected more than just her opinions on his hardships and forgiveness.
In an instant, his expression returned to normal, and he gave a bitter smile, "You must hate Dad a lot, right? No matter the difficulties, you never opened up to Dad. It's also my fault, I listened to your Aunt Lin... to that woman's words, Dad was confused for a moment. Fortunately, that woman is now dead. Wanwan, you're my only daughter now, and you only have Dad as your family."
"Dad, didn't you still want to plead for Aunt Lin last time?" Lu Wanwan suddenly said, "Why has it changed to, fortunately, this woman is now dead?"
Lu Jingtian was startled, clearly not expecting that after six years, she would still remember that incident so vividly.
That detestable woman had threatened him, and he was utterly helpless.
