"Dad..." Qin Pengfei was unwilling, what if only Qin Xiangmei could stay here? What about him?
Qin Guohua glared at Qin Pengfei—after all, he wasn't his biological son, and right now, in his heart, Qin Mei was the most precious. This daughter was like a golden phoenix flying out of Dadao Village, and in the future, they would all need to rely on her to make something of themselves.
