Mu Jianchen stood rooted to the spot, watching his daughter spew venom.
I... hiss...
Is this really my daughter?
Mu Jianchen sank into deep self-doubt.
It was not until she had cursed the girl with twin buns into tears that Mu Jianchen's daughter finally stopped. With a flick of her red robes, she swaggered away.
A group of boys followed behind her, and she was clearly the king of the children.
Mu Jianchen came back to his senses and continued watching.
After his daughter shook off the others, she sat alone on a rock, still holding the sugar figurine Sister Zhao Lu had given her earlier.
She opened a book titled "Better to Pressure Others Than Wear Yourself Out" and began reading it with relish.
Mu Jianchen: ...
W-What a strange title...
Gathering his courage, Mu Jianchen carefully edged closer.
However, he did not dare get too close.
The girl in red turned her head and glanced at him. "Do you need something?"
Mu Jianchen tugged at the corner of his mouth and said nervously,
"I'm not a Shushan Disciple. I just saw you sitting here alone. Are you a disciple of Shu Mountain?"
"Not yet." The girl in red shook her head.
"Then who is your father?"
"Father?" The girl in red shook her head again. "I don't have one of those things."
Mu Jianchen gave a bitter smile.
Had Yun Ran directly told their daughter that she had no father?
Wasn't that too cruel to their daughter? Why had she not told her who her father was?
Mu Jianchen once again wallowed in self-pity.
His daughter did not know who her father was. She acted as though she were carefree on the surface, but she must have been suffering terribly inside.
"Did your mother... did your mother not