She was striving to keep her composure, determined not to show weakness in front of Zhao Gushen.
However, her red eyes, in Zhao Gushen's view, didn't look any better.
Zhao Gushen sighed; there were still many things he wanted to probe.
But now, he couldn't bring himself to say them, his heart softening.
He couldn't stand seeing her so obviously helpless, yet trying so hard to remain strong.
"When did I ever say that I wanted to take Xiao Mo away?" Zhao Gushen softened his voice to say.
Ye Fei was stunned, her mouth agape, staring at him dazedly.
"You..." Ye Fei could not believe her ears.
Was what he said really what she understood it to mean?
"I'm showing you this only to let you know, I am Xiao Mo's father. Xiao Mo's father is not a stranger, not an unknown person, and certainly not someone who died of a terminal illness." Towards the end, a playful smile appeared in Zhao Gushen's eyes.
Ye Fei suddenly remembered what she had said to Zhao Gushen before.
