"You just need to be clear about it yourself," said Jin Jixiang. "I also want to believe that a child brought up by the old chairman has a sense of propriety in their actions."
With that, Jin Jixiang got into the car, accompanied by his secretary.
Hearing this, Ning Guiwan curved her red lips into a faint smile.
An outsider was willing to trust her, yet her own biological father did not.
Ning Honghua called just as she was driving out of the Tianchi Group's underground parking garage.
Seeing the caller ID, she already guessed what he was going to say.
Sure enough, as soon as the call connected, Ning Honghua didn't beat around the bush. "Go to the hospital and apologize to Qinghan."
Ning Guiwan laughed, her smile exceptionally bright. "Okay."
However, the beautiful eyes reflected in the rearview mirror were as cold as frost.
