When it came to Wu Ming's capabilities, Baili Xia still had confidence.
He had nodded at her, which meant this was definitely a safe place to talk.
But seeing the two of them being so cautious, Bei Fengjin's thick brows tightened slightly. "Exactly what…"
"Dad."
With a thud, the little girl dropped to her knees, and the tears in her eyes could no longer be hidden. They slid down all at once.
"Dad, I'm your daughter, Dad."
She had held it in for so long, that word "Dad" only now finally had a chance to come out.
That hoarse voice, that small, trembling body—there was no way to describe how pitiful she looked.
Bei Fengjin stared at her, his face still completely expressionless.
It wasn't that he wasn't shaken; he just didn't know how to respond.
This "Dad" was far too inexplicable to him. Where would he get a daughter from?
If he hadn't seen Baili Xia crying like this, he might have already flicked his sleeves and left.
