Looking at Bailong An's appearance, the image Feng had slowly built up of her father shattered once again.
It turned out that the so-called father was eager to meet her only to make her repay what she owed him.
"Is that really what you think?" Feng asked expressionlessly, her tone flat.
"I..."
Upon hearing Feng's indifferent tone, Bailong An instantly realized his words were slightly biased, so he appeared somewhat embarrassed, unsure of how to continue.
"I was just..."
"Alright, I understand. What I owe you, I'll return, is that right?" Feng asked coldly.
"It's not like that, I was only speaking out of anger, you don't have to take it to heart. You're my daughter, and after reclaiming the throne, even if you don't sit on it, the position will always be yours, and I'm doing this for your good..."
