Father Huang looked at Jiang Xiaoyan's back as she left, his voice choked.
He did not expect Huang Xiaoyan to forgive him immediately. Huang Xiaoyan had suffered for more than ten years, but her father had never realized it. Instead, he had helped Jiang Wangya time and time again.
Jiang Wangya was indeed right. He was not qualified to be her father.
Father Huang's originally straight back bent a little as he fell onto the sofa.
Tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.
His voice was choked with sobs. "Xiao Ning, I'm sorry. I wasn't able to take care of our daughter."
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Qin Sheng's video from the mathematics competition had somehow started to spread in H City.
It was even published in the newspapers of H City.
Old Master Lu held the newspaper in his hand. He wore a pair of glasses and read it back and forth a few times.
