Su Xiaoyue was his biological daughter, and he had no need to question that. Su Xinjie was a very simple woman, with a weak temperament. Even if heavens gave her the courage, she would not have an affair. Besides, Su Xinjie loved him; had she not fallen for him so easily, his plan would have been difficult to implement. So, there was no doubt that Su Xiaoyue was his own flesh and blood. Yet he treated his biological daughter so cruelly while he raised a pair of bastards, and treated those bastards as if they were the apple of his eye. How could he bear it? How could he swallow his pride?
"Dad, isn't my second sister really my sister?"
Bai Qi asked softly.
Bai Zhenhong turned his head to look at him, did not respond immediately, but stared steadily at him. Bai Qi's heart pounded, unsure if his question was a mistake.
