Sure enough, following Yueyi, it took more than 20 minutes to reach the back of the mountain. Xi Ziyuan saw a small wooden house at a glance. There was a man in the small wooden house, but it was too far away and Xi Ziyuan could not see clearly.
He looked like a man. But Xi Ziyuan was sure that that person should be Mo Chengyi.
Yueyi walked into the wooden house, and Xi Ziyuan secretly hid behind the wooden house. Through the gaps, she could clearly hear the sounds inside and see every move of the characters inside.
Yueyi looked impatient, "What do you want from me again?"
Mo Chengyi had a smile on his face, "Daughter, after all, I am your father. I lost money in gambling recently. This was not what I expected..."
"You don't need to say anything." Mo Yueyi interrupted Mo Chengyi. "This is five million. Take it. Don't come to me again. Can you please don't destroy my happy life now?"
Casually, Yueyi threw a check on the chair next to her.
"Don't forget your roots when you get rich. You are still my daughter after all." Mo Chengyi was a little angry.
"Ha," Mo Yueyi sneered, "Father? Stop mocking me. Why didn't you say that when you threw me away?"
Mo Chengyi fell into silence for a while, and Mo Yueyi snorted again, "Don't come to me again in the future. I don't have a father like you who uses his daughter to make money."
After saying that, Yueyi left, and Xi Ziyuan clearly saw the tears in the corners of Yueyi's eyes.
Xi Ziyuan understood everything. That man was Yueyi's father, the same man who cruelly threw Yueyi at the door of the training ground more than ten years ago.
But Xi Ziyuan doesn't understand why Yueyi hates her father so much. Even if her father likes gambling and throws Yueyi away, does Yueyi hate Mo Chengyi so much?
