Rong Zhan looked at Tan Jincheng with a face full of suspicion.
Though he thought he knew his friend Tan Jincheng very well, now he couldn't figure out what was going on at all.
Tan Jincheng lowered his head, looking at the little girl lying in his arms, his fingers gently caressing her cheek.
After a long while, he finally said in a low voice, "The accusations against her are false, but it's true that she must leave. And... I also want to take this opportunity to find out who is truly behind all this manipulation."
Rong Zhan was horrified.
He also understood now.
He looked at Tan Jincheng with some disbelief, "You... you... wasn't it your father who told you all this back then?"
"Yes." Tan Jincheng gave a bitter smile, "That's why she must leave, and why I have to let go. Because... I can't protect her and the child."
When he said these words, Tan Jincheng's voice was not only icy but also left with a bitterness so dense it couldn't be dissolved.
