He Tiantian's expression was somewhat bitter, yet she still forced a smile.
She looked at He Yue lovingly, with a reminiscent look in her eyes.
As if, she was reminded of past events.
After a long while, she slowly said, "Xiao Yue, you're not my real daughter. My wife only gave me a son, and that is Xiao Zhuo!"
Buzz!
He Yue felt as if a bomb exploded in her head; the blast left her dizzy and confused.
Her mind went blank, and her heartbeat seemingly came to a halt.
Her body trembled slightly, and it took a while before she could muster the strength to say, "How could that be? Dad, this isn't true, right?"
Though her dad was frugal, he treated all his children equally.
So, from childhood until now, He Yue never doubted that she was her dad's real daughter.
"You're indeed not my biological child; your real father is named He Dazhuang."
He Tiantian's eyes were full of compassion and love, her tone rich with nostalgia and reminiscence.
