"You..." Mu Wei was slightly stunned, his deep eyes staring at Song Xiyue's pale face and asked, "That's what you mean by your father?"

"What's wrong, do you have any objection?" Song Xiyue glanced at Mu Wei coldly, and a cold light burst out from her eyes.

"No." Mu Wei Leng shook his head and said, "I'm just curious why your relationship with your father is so bad."

"Maybe he is not my father?" Song Xiyue said and smiled coldly.

The laughter was melodious, with a little ridicule and sadness.

Maybe it's really not.

It seems that she needs to go home. Not only do she have to return her ID card, but she also has to make a break with her father. Didn’t he always suspect that he is not his child? DNA must have to test it. If it is really not, she will definitely leave the Song family, and the matter of finding her brother will have nothing to do with her.

Then, if it were his child, she would definitely take revenge on his disregard for himself over the past few years.

With a quiet sound, Song Xiyue's hands hiding in the quilt clenched her fists tightly, and a devil-like smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Mu Weilen had never seen such a smile before, at least he had never seen such a smile on her.

Mu Weileng did not speak, but stared at Song Xiyue with affectionate eyes. He thought that her family must not be warm, otherwise she, who could always smile brightly, would have such a cold look?

"You recover from your injuries first, and you can definitely get your ID card back!" Mu Weilen stretched out his hand and touched Song Xiyue's forehead, comforting her softly.

"Yes." Song Xiyue nodded and responded lightly.

Although she agreed, she was still in a mess.

She was really worried about Xiaoyi too.

But having such a disgusting father is speechless...

"Song Xiyue, we are here to see you!" At this moment, An Luoze, who was like a demon, walked into the ward with a romantic smile, and smiled complacently, "My father just now sent the money to my bank card. Will I treat you to a big meal tonight?"

"Bank card." Song Xiyue did not pay attention to the big meal, but murmured and repeated the three words "Bank card". Then, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared, and he slapped his thigh with one hand, and said excitedly, "By the way! There is still this way!"

"What kind of solution?" An Luoze didn't know what was troubled by Song Xiyue, so he asked curiously.

Song Xiyue did not answer him, but instead raised an excited smile and said, "An Luoze, thank you so much! I can finally get my ID card back!!"

"I probably know what you said." Mu Wei Leng lowered his head and chuckled twice. After thinking about the three words of bank card carefully, he probably guessed what this little girl was going to do.

Really smart...
Chapter completed!