The scorching sunlight baked the earth. Xu Nianhua lay in her room, planning to take a nap, but as she drifted off in a haze, she slipped into a dream.
"Dad, Nianhua is my sister too. I know Eldest Sister is sick and needs Second Sister, but over the years, Second Sister has donated blood for Eldest Sister several times. She's your daughter too—don't you feel any pain?"
Gu Mingcheng looked at Xu Nianhua lying on the bed, pale from blood loss, and did not approve at all of Gu Hai's actions.
"Mingcheng, do you want to see Mingzhu die?" Gu Hai said in a deep voice. Gu Mingzhu was very gifted in business and clever, and had helped him through several crises.
Unlike Gu Mingcheng, who only wanted to paint—can painting put food on the table?
One daughter helped him through adversity multiple times, the other had only just been found and brought home. In Gu Hai's heart, of course Gu Mingzhu weighed more.
