Mu Junliang's acting skills were impeccable; those unaware would truly believe he was a benevolent father.
Fu Lanshen stepped forward, conveniently shielding Mu Qingli from view, and looked down at Mu Junliang from above. His thin lips parted slightly, "Mr. Mu remembers Lili at this moment? Where were you when she was helpless and alone on the stage just now? Where were you when Lili was wrongfully accused?"
"And, who was it that twisted the truth and locked Lili in the small, dark room?"
"Forgive me for being blunt, but what you cherish has never been a daughter but a tool that you can use. You cajole when it's beneficial to you, and discard when it's not. You, sir, do not deserve to be a father!"
Fu Lanshen's words were firm and precise, and although he spoke in a calm tone, every word was imbued with a chill that left Mu Junliang frozen in place, unable to rebut a single word.