"You are not my dad." Ran Xiangsi shook her head coldly.
The words she said were like icicles hanging from the eaves on a winter's day.
Cold, piercing, heartbreaking.
They carried a clear and deep chill.
"You..." Ran Zhonghai was exasperated, not expecting his daughter to be so difficult to deal with. "You are just like your mother, always stubborn like a mule!"
"So you drove her away, and you're driving me away too?" Ran Xiangsi quickly retorted. Before Ran Zhonghai could answer, she immediately looked at Fang Biqin, "Then, you couldn't wait to marry her?"
Fang Biqin, being called out, felt awkward about continuing to watch the drama unfold. She stepped forward and took Ran Zhonghai's hand, whispering, "Honey, if we can't resolve this tonight, we can think of another way tomorrow. Don't make yourself sick with anger."
As if deliberately showing off in front of Ran Xiangsi, Fang Biqin's voice was incredibly gentle, making her seem like a kind and loving wife.
