"I don't even know who he is, a stranger that I might have passed by on the street without recognizing, just brushing past each other like that."
Lu Fengxuan said seriously, "It's possible that he now has his own family, with adorable children, and he doesn't even know I exist. To me, he's also just a stranger."
A stranger whom she had never met or recognized, from her perspective, there was no question of hatred or resentment.
Because she was indifferent, she harbored no hate.
She could treat Ruan Shuxian with normalcy, with kindness, because Ruan Shuxian had given birth to her, given her life.
But her so-called "biological father" might have just provided a sperm.
"...the porridge is getting cold, you should eat it quickly."
After listening to what Lu Fengxuan had said, Yan Huaizheng used all of his self-control to maintain a calm facade, not letting any sign of emotion show in front of her.
