The little girl, who usually struggles to speak in full sentences, suddenly opened her eyes wide and shouted breathlessly. "Tra...itor, you're a traitor... Daddy won't like you."
An Ning, standing by the side, was initially stunned, then started laughing. This little girl is impressive!
On the other end of the phone, Mo Ang gave the child high praise. "My daughter is impressive after all, she's on her daddy's side, daughters are the best!"
"Don't talk nonsense," An Ning warned in a frantic tone.
Mo Ang remained calm and composed. "Isn't your daughter my daughter too? Sooner or later, she'll be my daughter, right?"
An Ning's tense nerves relaxed, and cold sweat began pouring down. "..."
Yu Ziqian couldn't accept it and spoke to the person on the phone. "My sister will never be your daughter; she can only be my dad's daughter. You will never replace my dad's place in our hearts, never."
