Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

She struggled to reach her hand out and hugged Chu Lui’s leg tightly.

“Don’t leave, I beg you. Save her, save her…”

“Leave!”

Chu Lui was extremely anxious now. He turned and kicked Xia Ruoxin with no mercy.

For a woman who was bone-skinny, this kick was so painful it made her tremble in pain continuously, but she still stretched her hand out. In the rain, her cracked voice seemed helpless and damp.

“Chu Lui, she’s your daughter, your daughter. How could you not save her? How could you?”

“It’s none of my business whose daughter she is. Her life and death is none of my business. Even if she’s yours, she must have been from one of your partners.”