Song Huihai didn't answer, but raised his eyebrows and asked, "How long have we known each other?"
Yatong's heart began to beat fast, and she had a bad feeling in her heart.
However, she tried her best to suppress her emotions, rolled her eyes, and replied, "Three years and three months. Dad, why do you ask this question so suddenly?"
Song Huihai nodded, a sad arc appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Three years and three months, yes, it has been three years and three months. Time flies. How have you felt about your father in these three years?"
Yatong's back stiffened, and she answered softly,
"Of course Dad treats me very well. He cares about me and takes care of me. Most importantly, he believes in my abilities. If it weren't for the care and warmth he's shown me over the past three years, I really don't know how I would have lived. I suffered so much three years ago that I almost collapsed."
Song Huihai listened and sighed again.
"Care, warmth, yes, I really want to make it up to you. No matter who your mother is, no matter how your mother gave birth to you, you are my daughter, and my blood flows in your body. So, I want to make it up to you."
His voice trembled, as if he was trying to suppress his emotions.
Yatong felt more and more that there was something wrong with Song Huihai today. Of course, what she cared about most was the milk in his hand. Small beads of sweat oozed out of the sides of her nose due to nervousness.
"Dad, don't say that. You've always been so good to me, and I'm really satisfied. You're my only relative in this world, and you've given me the warmth of a family. I'm very touched and very satisfied..."
Song Huihai's fingers holding the milk cup froze, and a layer of gloomy anger suddenly appeared in the bottom of his eyes. His voice also became several degrees gloomier. "Only relative? You are very touched and satisfied..."
His angry and cold eyes almost made Ya Tong's heartbeat stop. She stumbled back a step and nodded, "Yes, yes. You are my only relative, I am very satisfied."
Because of nervousness, her voice began to tremble involuntarily, and her whole body was shrouded in that bad feeling.
She felt every inch of her skin and every cell trembling.
Song Huihai's voice trembled as he tried to suppress his emotions. The muscles of his lips rubbed slowly, and he asked through gritted teeth, "Are you really satisfied?"
Yatong had retreated to a corner, and even the air she breathed in had turned cold. It seemed as if the oxygen in this space had become scarce, and her breathing had become difficult: "Really."
She said it without confidence.
She saw a complex mix of emotions in Song Huihai's eyes, including sadness, anger, indifference, and excitement. Her heart was pounding, as if it would jump out of her chest at any time.
Song Huihai suddenly let go, and the milk cup in his hand slammed onto the bedside table with a bang. At this moment, all his emotions were suppressed. He growled in pain and grief.
"Are you touched? Are you satisfied? If you were truly touched and satisfied, why would you want to poison me?"
Yatong's little face suddenly lost color with fright, and she covered her mouth in horror.
He knows?
He knew the milk was drugged? How did he know?
Her body was in the corner, the cold wall penetrated her limbs and bones. Her frightened eyes were trembling, and her head was shaking slightly.
Song Huihai had already stood up from his chair, his eyes staring at her with sadness and anger, every word he said was extremely cold, "Yatong, I am your biological father. My blood flows in your body. For three years, I have been making up for you. Are you really not moved at all? How could you have the heart to kill your own biological father?"
Ya Tong shook her head like a rattle, muttering in denial, "No, Dad, what are you talking about? I didn't, I didn't poison, I didn't poison, did you misunderstand?"
Song Huihai closed his eyes in sorrow. He was murdered by his own daughter, which made him feel the pain of tearing his heart apart.
She was still dizzy. She closed her eyes to suppress the intense darkness. When she opened them again, his gaze was clear and sharp, falling directly on her pale little face.
"Are you still quibbling? Are you sure you didn't drug me? Then why don't you take a sip?"
Yatong's frightened eyes suddenly showed a kind of fear. Her body had shrunk into a corner. She was so scared that she couldn't speak, but she still shook her head subconsciously.
No, she really doesn't want to drink!
She doesn't want to die. She doesn't want to die yet!
Song Huihai confirmed everything from her reaction. A hint of strong disappointment flashed across his deep eyes. His heart ached, and he felt sad and helpless.
"I really want to make it up to you, I really want to give you a home. I really love you. But why did you treat me like this? I thought you were kind and gentle, a simple girl.
When we first met, I was not used to having such a big daughter. But when I got used to it, I even began to feel lucky and happy that I had such a beautiful daughter.
I'm lucky to have a sweet little girl to keep me company in my old age, but why would you do this?
Yatong's heart was in her throat, and she fell into the ice house along with Song Huihai's words. She was cold, scared and panicked.
The matter was exposed.
It was revealed again.
She was so flustered that she couldn't even utter an excuse, and only her lips trembled.
Song Huihai approached step by step, but Yatong felt like his footsteps were stepping on her skin.
Every step she took was agonizing. Facing Song Huihai's dark red eyes of sadness and disappointment, her teeth began to chatter.
Song Huihai's black eyes seemed to see through her skin and see her heart. He was in pain, really in pain in his heart. His voice trembled,
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