In the past, this was the thing that moved Xin Xiaoxiao the most, the thing that comforted her the most, but ever since that woman and child appeared, she realized that the only good her father gave her was just an illusion.
But even so, she still loved him, couldn't bear to let go of this only spiritual support she had from childhood to adulthood.
During her rebellious phase, she always left herself some room, scared that he might really ignore her, abandon her.
Xin Xiaoxiao lowered her eyelids, silently brooding for a long time, then raised her head, looking at Xin Hailong with a playful grin, "Luckily, you now have a son, the Xin Family has its heir, otherwise, I'd become the sinner, how could I face the ancestors of the Xin Family after I die."
This was mocking him, how could Xin Hailong not hear it?
