Fan Father looked at her incredulously: "Is this how you think?"
"It's not how I think, it's what you've done, isn't it?" Hatred appeared in Fan Rou's eyes.
Such a look should not be directed at one's own father.
Deep lines of age crept up on Fan Father's face: "If I hadn't considered you my daughter, I wouldn't have brought you back. I thought you understood that."
"I don't understand. Bringing me back, raising me, wasn't it all to sell me? And then you realized I could fetch a good price, so you treated me better."
"Don't give me that heartbroken expression. In your eyes, my blood is all black, let alone the heart and lungs."
Even though she did nothing, just because her mother wasn't from high society, she was considered filthy.
"Putting all that aside, if you truly saw me as your daughter, you wouldn't have been able to slap me just now."
"Oh, and this isn't the first time. From childhood to now, I should be used to it."
