"It's nothing, I just pity you, that's all. After all these years, you've helped me quite a bit. I'm telling you this as a repayment." As she spoke, the woman bore an expression as if she were a benefactor.
It was as if telling him this was completely an act of grace.
Ji Chengzhi, consumed by anger, instead became calm. He turned around, crossed his arms, and stared at her coldly: "Fine, then tell me properly, what is really going on? And how did my daughter come about?"
La Chenxi glanced at him from inside, unfazed by the mockery in his tone: "Of course, she was born from her. Back then, after you threw her out of the men's dormitory, she was forced to drop out of school, and her family kicked her out too. In her desperation, she jumped off a building, yet she didn't die. She then left the city. I heard that even after going elsewhere, she attempted suicide several times. You saved her, so you must have seen the scars on her wrist, right?"
Ji Chengzhi's face changed suddenly!
