Ziyi gently raised her head, her lips moved, forming two words, but those words made no sound.
But He Yirong recognized her lip movements.
She was calling for dad.
A wave of tenderness surged in He Yirong's heart, and he sighed, "Ziyi, I am still your dad. I never intended to disown you."
Earlier, he was simply angry and vented his frustration on her.
However, to drive Ziyi out of the house and disown her as his daughter, he could never bring himself to do such a thing.
"Dad..." Ziyi clearly pronounced these two words, her voice slightly choked, "You will always be my dad in my heart, but I don't want to be the eldest daughter of the He Family anymore."
He Yirong was momentarily stunned, "Ziyi, you..."
"Dad, you, mom, and brother, all of you treat me very well and spoil me." She smiled, "I'm happy and lucky, but I have to grow up eventually, I can't live under your protection forever."
