"Have you shut your father out of your heart all this time?"
Jiang Boya spoke with sadness in his voice.
"Mr. Jiang, you're being sentimental."
Kang Li felt a bit helpless: "I really don't blame you. Putting aside the fact that you were forced to go abroad back then—even if you hadn't left, with your background, it probably wouldn't have been possible for you to raise me yourself."
"Why wouldn't it be possible? You're my child. As your father, taking care of my own daughter is only right!"
Jiang Boya's eyes reddened slightly.
"Mr. Jiang, do you think, when you were at your lowest, that woman would willingly give birth to me? Take it further—even if she did have me, are you sure she'd stick by you and suffer hardships together? If I remember right,
