Mu Yan's hand paused as she picked up a dish, and she looked up at Zhuang Shaoyang, "I told you, I'm not your daughter, you've got the wrong person."
Zhuang Shaoyang said softly, "I know you blame me, it's Dad's fault, making you suffer so much. As long as you come home with Dad, I'll make it up to you."
"Make it up?" Mu Yan looked up at him, her lips curling slightly, "With what will you make it up to me?"
"I..."
"Money, status?" Mu Yan interrupted him, a sarcastic look on her face, "Or are you going to give me a cheap mom?"
Zhuang Shaoyang hurriedly explained, "Nuannuan, that's not what I meant."
Zhuang Yi, however, exclaimed excitedly, "Nuannuan, I knew you didn't lose your memory."
"Memory loss?" Mu Yan looked at them with a faint smile, "The fact that he kept a mistress, deceived my mom, and drove us out of the house is something I'll never forget in my life!"
Zhuang Shaoyang looked at Mu Yan as if he had been struck, stunned.
