At the instant when Ming Yisheng finished speaking, Tong Luo's gaze abruptly changed, initially full of a loving father's warmth, but suddenly becoming sharp and incisive.
He almost spat out through clenched teeth, "Ming Yisheng, do you think you're fit to be her father?"
"If I'm not fit, do you think you are?" Ming Yisheng slowly unbuttoned his shirt, a layer of subtle frost covering his gentle features.
The two men stood face to face, one unruly and flamboyant, the other gentle yet steely.
Their eyes collided, smoke and sparks filling the air instantaneously.
Ye Ranran, perched on a branch, was completely stunned.
What's going on?
Another dad?
The one below, she seemed familiar with, was the father of the beautiful Ming Shu, the elegant Duke Ming Yisheng.
Just now... why did he seem to say she was his daughter?
No way, who is her real father?
Neither Tong Luo nor Ming Yisheng looks like her...