Mu Yan realized that Zhuang Yi had not introduced the person next to him just now.
And her denial had a hint of self-exposure.
She had no patience to beat around the bush with them and frowned, "What exactly do you want?"
Zhuang Shaoyang looked at his daughter and said softly, "Nuannuan, Dad..."
"Shut up!" Mu Yan snapped, interrupting him.
Her face showed undisguised disgust, "I told you, I'm not your daughter, I have nothing to do with you."
"Nuannuan, how can you talk to your dad like that?" Zhuang Yi frowned and said.
Mu Yan sneered, "Who acknowledges him as my dad? I've never seen someone so eager to be a dad. Let me tell you clearly, my father is already dead. I have no dad."
She looked at Song Cheng'an and said, "Brother Song, please ask them to leave. I need to rest."
Song Cheng'an nodded and looked at Zhuang Yi, "She has to shoot an advertisement tomorrow, whatever it is, wait until she's done with work."
