Everyone could see that Bai Qingshui was unwilling, almost on the verge of tears. Her supposed filial piety, so touching it could move heavens and earth, was clearly nothing but a joke.
Bai Chuanfeng also noticed that Bai Qingshui was too agitated to remain composed!
What a disappointment, Bai Chuanfeng thought, lamenting. She had played mind games her whole life, yet this daughter had only learned the merest superficiality of it.
Deliberately wiping away a tear, Bai Chuanfeng deftly defused the awkwardness. "Children are our own flesh and blood. If it required my daughter to sever her arm as a medicinal catalyst to save me, then I'd rather not be treated. There isn't a parent in the world who doesn't dote on their daughter. I absolutely will not allow Qingshui to sever her arm or cut her flesh for me. She has already sacrificed far too much for my sake."
Si Mingjing's lips curled slightly, a silent laugh in her eyes.
