Mother Xin looked like someone just sucked her soul away and Xin Suyin had a complicated look on her face. Her slow processing brain couldn't even register this much information. But she still understood one thing, the man who raised her was her own father, and yet, she had no idea about it all along.
Xiu could even read Xin Suyin's emotions easily. "You're really a selfish man. Even if you did it all for revenge, you never even accepted your own daughter."
"When I never even liked her mother, why would I like her?" retorted Xin Zhao. "But she was useful. So, I had to keep her alive. And I was right, her impulsive and stubborn nature indeed helped me a lot. The only mistake of her life was letting you live."
Xiu grinned at that, "In this case, we are very alike. We are both like cockroaches. We don't die easily."
