"Who are you?"
"I am your biological father, come and sit down." Qiann Yan was invited to take a seat, she reached into her bag for her phone, fiddling with it nonchalantly on the table.
Yin Tailin had no complaints, looking at her with eyes full of affection.
Having met countless people, Qiann Yan could see at a glance that he was just pretending to be affectionate.
"Go ahead, tell me why you asked me here."
Yin Tailin smiled bitterly: "You must be blaming me, right? For all these years not coming to find you. Your anger is understandable."
"Just get to the point; why is it that talking to you is like listening to Wenn Hanshipu where every word seems soaked in thousand-year-old Longjing tea?" Qiann Yan's sarcasm left Yin Tailin stunned, forgetting to control his expression for a moment.
After half a minute, he came to his senses: "I know no matter what I say, you won't..."
