"You rushed back just to steal my daughter?" Diwu Zexuan's face turned dark as he spoke through gritted teeth. "Didn't you hear what Youyou just said? If you want a daughter, have one yourself!"
Dan Hanjie stopped in his tracks, glanced at Youyou with cool indifference, and smirked, "Are you really that clueless, or are you just pretending? Youyou wants a brother or sister. Do you think it's more appropriate for me to give her one, or is it your responsibility?"
"..."
Diwu Zexuan's eyes dimmed.
Little Youyou was his dearly beloved. Having Youyou was enough for him; he didn't need to take the risk of having another child.
Before Youyou was born, he hadn't even thought about having children. This fact made Youyou always hold a grudge, which was why she couldn't get close to him.
Every word she just uttered hit a sore spot in Diwu Zexuan's heart, yet he felt powerless.
For the safety of her and her mother, he wouldn't dare to gamble again.
