Jiang Wenxi was not afraid at all: "You don't have to use your father's status to teach me a lesson. From childhood to adulthood, I haven't spent a penny of your money. I only know one thing: whoever provokes me and makes me unhappy, I will return it a thousandfold."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you that Jiang Weiwei, who lives in your house now, is not your daughter. If you don't believe me, you can ask the laboratory to do a genetic test."

Jiang Jinyu's face darkened. These few short sentences contained a lot of information.

Still picking out the key points, he said: "I will give you money every month. It is impossible that I don't have money."

Jiang Jinyu stopped talking halfway because he had a long-term mission to carry out and didn't even have time to say goodbye. He really had no right to blame others, and saying more seemed to be making excuses for himself.

Jiang Wenxi didn't let go: "Who did you transfer the money to? In order for me to go to school, my grandma had to go to the street to pick up rags every day."

"I feel so sorry for grandma. A little old lady who raised her son with great difficulty, but now he's gone missing. She barely has a good life, and now she has to support me, a burden."

Jiang Jinyu was speechless for a moment. He was indeed not a good son, let alone a qualified father.

"When I left in a hurry, I gave your mother two bank cards. One was for them and her, and the other was for her to give to your grandmother."

Jiang Wenxi had nothing to understand, but her good mother kept her here against her conscience.

He shook his head repeatedly: "I'm curious why you like a woman like Song Xiu'e. It doesn't look like you can't find a woman."

Jiang Jinyu instantly became angry: "Don't worry about adults' affairs, here is a card, take it."

Jiang Wenxi didn't hesitate at all, and put it in her pocket. "What's new at the base recently?"

"That's none of your business."

Jiang Wenxi smiled and stood up: "Let's go."

"Wait, where do you live?"