To this day, there were still people who would joke about how Ning Yaohua’s daughter had drunk the lemon water meant for washing hands, and how she had worn counterfeit clothes to a banquet. If people were to find out about the incident from back then, would he still have any pride left?
At Ning Yaohua’s words, Ning Xi went pale.
That night, that stranger, that dead baby…
This was her weakness.
That year, the Ning family had hushed up everything for fear of the shame, and Ning Xueluo kept quiet for fear of being exposed herself, but that was still Ning Xi’s darkest nightmare.
"I’m giving you face letting you leave on your own terms, but if you refuse to, then don’t blame me for not acknowledging our father-daughter relationship."
"Oh, so there’s actually still a father-daughter relationship between us…"
"Dad, Xiao Xi… what’s going on?" Ning Xueluo’s astonished voice came from behind them.
