"You're not wrong." Tang Yue interrupted him, her voice dripping with sarcasm: "Now your career is flourishing, you have a wife, and a pair of children. You're really a winner in life, aren't you?"
Every word from Tang Yue, and that mocking tone of hers, felt like needles stabbing into Lian He's heart.
Lian He looked deeply at Tang Yue; she should have been his daughter, supposed to be closest to her dad. But now, she's even less than a stranger to him...
"Xiao Yue." Lian He, with trembling hands, took out a bankbook from his pocket and handed it forward, saying, "Xiao Yue, there's some money in here. Although it can't make up for the hurt I caused you and your mom in the past, it's... at least something..."
