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"It seems my real father has no taste, huh?" Liao Lin critiqued Ye Shaohua with a scrutinizing gaze, muttering to himself.
To think he abandoned my mother and me for such an ordinary woman.
From birth, Liao Lin had been smarter than other children as if he had been granted a cheat by the heavens. He had even taken control of a small sect.
To someone as conceited as him, even Sikong Mingxuan, who was outstanding in every aspect, was barely worthy of being his father.
Now, seeing the utterly mediocre Ye Shaohua, he didn't sense the slightest fluctuation of Internal Strength from her,
and naturally, he looked down upon her.
Yet, on her side, Ye Shaohua was not oblivious to the judgmental glances directed at her.
However, she didn't mind; her purpose today was to follow Dong Xue and visit a few people who had undergone surgery by Liao Mingxin.
To be frank, their recovery wasn't going well.