Father Nan Jin hadn't made much of an impression. To Nan Xi, he'd always seemed stern, always leaving her with a nanny and never confiding or holding her close.
"Dad, is what sister said true?"
Tears swirled in Nan Xi's eyes. Bai Zhi had said that she wasn't Nan Jin's daughter, but her father's.
"Sister said I'm not Nan Jin's daughter, but yours. Is that true? Can you tell me, please?"
Tears fell from her eyes. If it were true, she actually felt quite happy. Her father, Bai Da, sincerely cherished and loved her.
As soon as Nan Xi spoke, Bai Ye's eyes widened, and he clamped his hand over his mouth to stop himself from shouting. It was a while before he lowered his hand.
How could it be, Nan Xi, his own sister? Then who was Bai Zhi's daughter?
What did Xixi mean by saying that? Did she even understand what it implied?
