"Shut up," Su Ziceng angrily glared at Yan Wuxu, "it's not your turn to speak here."
"You..." Yan Wuxu had never seen such a fierce Su Ziceng and was pushed back several steps by her aggressiveness.
"You can go," Su Qingzhang's wheelchair moved back a few steps, "what I can give you, that's all I can give." His voice was no longer stern, yes, that's all he could offer. His daughter, whom he never raised, all he could do was secure her a stable future.
"Dad, you still don't understand me even now. The reality that I am your daughter cannot be changed just by one of your announcements." For the first time, Su Qingzhang realized, within Su Ziceng's personality, there was a stubbornness not weaker than his own, or perhaps that stubbornness should be more accurately described as resilience.
"You..." Su Qingzhang looked into Su Ziceng's eyes, he saw a pair of eyes brighter than the dawn and he couldn't help but ask: "What are you planning to do?"
