Qiao Muye's face was somber as he said, "Whether she calls me or not, she is still my daughter."
"That ungrateful wretch..." the old lady began to speak, but seeing someone beside her giving her a look, she forcefully swallowed the words of insult that were on her lips, "What are you after? Her mother couldn't even bear the slightest grievance and left just like that, causing you half a lifetime of suffering. What now, is it her turn to plague you?"
Qiao Muye's face immediately changed.
Li Zhichao said, "Muye, don't be offended by your mom's harsh words, but this is just how things are. Our family is also reasonable. Normally, who wouldn't want to acknowledge their own child?"