Even if that wild girl wasn't her own flesh and blood, in name she was still her daughter. As a father, Jiang Boya… How could Jiang Boya… How dare he do that?
If he found out that his so-called daughter was an imposter, does that mean he could abuse her?
It's been over twenty years. Has he really forgotten her so completely? Otherwise, why would he plot against her?
On the surface, he sought her out, claimed he wanted to reunite with his daughter, but secretly arranged for people to use such despicable means to trick her "daughter" into going abroad. Then once he was certain the "daughter" was a lie, a fake, he no longer cared for her dignity at all…
The more Fang Su thought about it, the angrier she became, sitting on the edge of the bed, her face twisted with rage.
Downstairs, Old Master Feng rubbed his forehead, exhaustion etched all over his face.
"Dad, what's wrong?"
