When Pang Xiaohui learned the truth, she felt dizzy and disoriented. She couldn't believe that she really wasn't her father's daughter.

What will happen to her life after that? She's gotten used to living the life of a pampered young lady. If she goes back to her maternal grandmother's house, will she even have a chance to survive?

Thinking of this, she walked fearfully, limping on one leg, to her father.

She cried out in heart-wrenching sobs, "Dad, you'll always be my dad from now on. Please don't abandon me. I'll be a good boy and listen to you from now on."

"Get lost! Obey my ass! How much trouble have you caused in this compound? Don't think I don't know."

No wonder you're not my child. Someone like you who loves to cause trouble must be the child of your mother and some other man.

Hurry up and pack your things and leave my house. If you don't pack, you can leave empty-handed.

All your stuff was bought with my money. I'm only giving you time to tidy it up because of all these years. Don't be ungrateful.

After Pang Sheng calmly finished speaking, he began throwing all of Feng Zhu's belongings on the ground.

Pang Xiaohui had no choice but to hold back her tears and go to her room to pack her things. An hour later, she had packed a total of five large sacks of her belongings.

It was all clothes and shoes; her mother took her to buy them.

Pang Sheng went out and found several aunties, gave them some money, and asked them to pull a cart to his doorstep.

He instructed them to take all of Feng Zhu's belongings and throw them away, and if they didn't want to throw them away, he told them to pick them all up.

Pang Xiaohui saw all this and wanted to speak up to stop it, but when she saw the look in her father's eyes, she didn't dare to, and could only silently shed tears.