"Recognize the ancestral clan?" Xia Chuyi couldn't stand listening any longer.
She took two steps forward and directly confronted the "fake foreigners," asking Jackson coldly, "Mr. Jackson, may I ask what your nationality is?"
"You and your family abandoned the ancestors at the most critical time for the Bao Family and fled abroad."
"Now that the Bao Family has overcome the crisis, do you want to acknowledge your ancestry again?"
Her expression and tone were filled with faint sarcasm.
"No, it's not like that!" Jackson, the "fake foreigner," anxiously explained, "Back then, if my parents hadn't fled, we might not have survived!"
"Miss Xia, don't you know what Z country was like back then, for those of us who were inside the country?"
Xia Chuyi shook her head and sighed, "No mistake, you know as well that back then, staying in Z country could have meant severe torment or even death."
"So, you chose to flee, and there is no fault in that."
