Xian Guiying was too lazy to explain to him and shook his hands. She then slowly turned around and looked at him while gently patting Qin Wenqian, who was crying miserably and said in an indifferent tone, "My daughter is only four years and has only seen you a few times when she was three. How can you expect a three years old child to remember you? She's already forgotten about you, so please don't bother us anymore!"
As she spoke, she prepared to leave.
"Although the child can't remember me, I am still her father!"
