Xu Tian looked at the keys, expressionless, "He's my child, and he has nothing to do with the He family anymore, he doesn't need it."
Father He clutched his chest, already suffering from a stroke, and spoke with difficulty, "You hate them, but do you also think that I'm the same as them, that I deserve to die too?"
Xu Tian's expression paused slightly, showing a trace of being moved.
Of course not, Father He had helped her a lot.
"Back then, I wanted you to have a child because He Lanzhi was incompetent. I nurtured you in hopes that you could raise He Yuming later," Father He sighed, "Now, what I leave behind will help him a lot when he grows up. This is the last thing I can do for the He family."
Xu Tian's stern expression softened a little.
Indeed, when she had agreed to marry He Lanzhi, she knew what kind of person he was; she had never expected anything from He Lanzhi, and neither did Father He.
Their hope rested with He Yuming.
"Dad," Xu Tian called out with difficulty.