Han Yichen's eyes flickered as he stared at the woman in front of him. Though Han Ziyan was his adopted daughter, the two of them did not have many feelings for one another. He had never seen Han Ziyan show any interest in him; she was quick to ask him for money, but other than that, she had hardly talked with him. She had a sweet tongue but compared to Han Ruochen, who was more action than talk, Han Ziyan was just not good enough.
It was quite clear after seeing what happened at the hospital; Han Yichen knew that he could never rely on Han Ziyan and Meng Yunhan. These two women would sell his bones and organs to earn an extra penny. Now, looking at his adopted daughter in front of him, insisting that she wanted to talk with him, he could not help but frown. There was something weird going on—
His head suddenly became clear, and he turned to look at Han Xuehan. "Who is at home?" If he was thinking in the right way, then there was a huge mess waiting for him at home.
