Xue Jizong used to prefer only black or brown ties; this kind of brightly red color, he never wore.
Putting on this kind of tie was not about wanting him to dress more sharply, but rather it felt like a declaration: a declaration from a woman to her love rival's daughter.
Seeing this, her heart completely chilled, but her expression remained very calm: "Dad, you're asking for twenty thousand a month for living expenses, it's not just for you, is it? To be frank, do I have any brothers or sisters?"
Xue Jizong was a bit taken aback, but he quickly caught on: "How come... Your dad doesn't have any other children. It's just that Lili brought a daughter, about your age. But she's already working now, it's just that the three of us are crammed into a very small house, and it's really inconvenient to move around, so that's why I came to you."
Xue Feifei looked straight at him, "You and my mom haven't gotten divorced yet, have you?"
