"Enough!" Xue Dehai on the sickbed cried out with all his strength, coughing constantly. He sat up straight slowly with the help of the housekeeper, looked at the Xue family in the room, and said with difficulty.

"today, I'm going to tell you that zining is my daughter and Xiuyun's daughter. I'm sorry for Xiuyun for more than 20 years and your mother for more than 20 years. But now, I'm going to be selfish. I'm going to recognize my own daughter, so that my daughter can live a decent life, so that their mother and daughter can recognize each other!" After Xue Dehai finished, he motioned to the housekeeper...