The cake I made myself

Song ran lowered her head and smiled. I don't know what happened back then. Actually, what happened back then isn't that important anymore. It's just that the few times I met with director Tang, I didn't have a good impression of him.

Perhaps, to you, my identity is special, so you've compromised with me. If I don't have this special relationship, you'll still look down on me, right? What did song ran, who is not your daughter, do wrong?

You and I don't have the same values, so I won't care about our past grudges. We're not suitable to be father and daughter now. You can go to the capital and be a cabinet minister. I'll stay here with my sister and my father and live a peaceful life."

Tang qingru's aged appearance was evident, and his voice was desolate,"I thought too highly of myself. I was too narrow-minded. I've wronged you. I'm sorry."

Time was cruel. The little girl who used to cry and laugh on his lap was now determined and determined to not acknowledge him.