Jiang Guoqiang's voice still echoed in the hospital room, hard and unyielding, like a stone striking concrete.
The color drained from Jiang Yixia's face. She clutched the corner of her clothes, her knuckles turning white.
She opened her mouth as if to speak, but then swallowed her words.
Pan Lanfang tugged at Jiang Guoqiang's sleeve and chided him in a low voice, "What are you so angry about? Our daughter was just asking. Is it really necessary to get so worked up?"
Jiang Guoqiang snorted and sat down on the sofa. He slammed the insulated container on the table, his voice muffled. "Even a casual question isn't okay. A man like that shouldn't even be mentioned."
Jiang Yixia lowered her head. After a moment of silence, she finally spoke, her voice soft and cautious. "Dad, I'm just posing a hypothetical. If—and I'm just saying if—Silu and Sifan's biological father were like Lu Xiaofan, good to me and the kids, and respectful to you both... could you really not accept him?"
