Chang Chi had been lying in the bedding, and with Chang Mei's comfort, she gradually regained her calm. Her hair covered her face as she murmured, "He is still my dad, I... I."
"Don't talk nonsense, that beast, besides beating and scolding us, what more has he done? I wish he would just die." Chang Mei seemed like an enraged beast, her left hand twisting into the cotton quilt while her other hand stroked Chang Chi in a motherly fashion without stopping.
Su Ziceng, leaning against the wall, heard all these words, things she didn't know about before. She had thought her rebirth would follow a similar main theme as before, yet now, there appeared such an unexpected episode. She wondered if Su Qingzhang knew about the existence of Chang Chi's biological father.
