Father Ruan remembered that he had raised a child for more than 20 years, and his anger made him lose his mind. “If you talk to her again, you will get out of Ruan’s house with her!”
“Dad you…”
“Brother, stop talking!”
Ruan Bao’er interrupted him, depressed the pain in his heart, and looked at his father who was pampering himself. “Mr. Ruan is right. I was not a child of the Ruan family. From today, I have no relationship with the Ruan family at all. I won’t go to the door anymore. Mr. Ruan, take care of you in the future. Brother, goodbye.”
The determination on her face made Ruan Qinghe grieve with pain. Father Ruan’s heart fluttered a bit of struggle, but remembering her identity and the death of her biological daughter Fuya, the tone became more and more mean.
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