So in order to avoid such a tragic situation, Liao Zixuan had to let Zhao Jie bring it into the scene. He racked his brains and began to make up a random reason for the different names of both parties.

"Ah yes! It's because your daughter is worried about you, Uncle Zhao, that you abandoned them, and your daughter, so you borrowed the name change, which means that you have to follow your past and you will be cut off with you!"

Blanch!

Is that true!

Why does it seem more reasonable the more you say it?

This, this is not, such a bloody thing won't really happen, right?

Just when Liao Zixuan was about to convince himself and panic.

Fortunately.

I have to say.

A saying goes well.

No matter how good a daughter is, the father!

Zhao Jie held his stomach and laughed at Liao Zixuan in a panic.

"No, Zixuan... Hahaha, oh no, no, don't do this. I'm old, so I can't laugh too hard, I'm almost broken up..."

After a while, Zhao Jie, who had stood up, patted Liao Zixuan on the shoulder earnestly.

"Boy, if you want to talk about other things, Uncle Zhao is old and his mind is slow, and he can't react. He may have been deceived by you, but if it's about Xing'er... Humph, little brat, I know you have a good relationship with Xing'er and are very close, but no matter how close you are and know Xing'er, can you still compare with my biological father?"

At this time, Zhao Jie suddenly took out a kind of father-in-law's pressure.

As if you show off, you began to talk to Liao Zixuan:

"I'll just tell you this. When Xing'er was five or six years old, she suddenly burst into tears in the room. After hearing this, I quickly ran over and asked and found out that Xing'er's favorite socks were lost. She searched alone in the room for half an hour but couldn't find them. As a result, what happened... Hahaha, hey, no, I want to laugh when I think about it."

"So I pointed to her little feet and asked Xing'er, what are you wearing on your feet? Hahaha, I will never forget this for the rest of my life."

"So you said that such a silly girl can become the master of Qilin Pavilion? Hahaha, then we can't get rid of it, haha... cough cough, cough..."

Zhao Jie originally had a mentality of comparing with Liao Zixuan, trying to prove how deep his bond and memories he had with his daughter. As he spoke, Zhao Jie realized... Not good!

How can I tell my daughter’s embarrassing story?

What if the rich son-in-law on the other side hears it and his impression of his daughter becomes worse!

Zhao Jie quickly coughed a few times to change the topic and tried to remedy it.

"But of course, Xing'er was a little stupid when she was a child, but she might have eaten it! She had to eat two big bowls of rice every meal, and her figure was unspeakable! She was white and fat! It is said that when fighting in school, the most powerful boy-child king had to give in to Xing'er! She respectfully called her Sister Xing'er for the rest of her life!"

In Zhao Jie, it is also the eyes of most traditional older generations. Being able to eat is a blessing and a symbol of health. The whiter and fatter the child is, the more he is, the more he likes it and the more he represents the wealth of the family behind it.

Liao Zixuan looked at Zhao Jie proudly telling the glorious deeds of his daughter...

On the other hand, based on two stories by Zhao Jie, the image of a "silly fat girl" was outlined in his mind.

This made Liao Zixuan's big stone finally let go of it completely.

After all, that "Zhao Yuer" has a slim figure and skin like cream. She is known as a "delicate jade man". This seems to have nothing in common with her daughter described by Uncle Zhao, except that both of them are very white.

"Also, Zixuan, I have to talk about you. Although I know you are joking, you can't slander my Xing'er like this. What else? I changed my name to break off my relationship with me."

"I, Zhao Jie, will let you know this today. Can I still not know the daughter I raised? How could Xing'er be such a person? When she was a child, she was not her mother, but my father!"

"I wash it with my hands for many times before going to bed. Every day before going to bed, I must be coaxed by me to fall asleep, otherwise I will scream and cry, and even if I fail the exam, I will secretly look for me and help her hide it from her mother."

"You tell me now, will Xing'er refuse to recognize me as her father?"

Zhao Jie clasped his fists and snorted.

With an old father-like pride, he said arrogantly in front of Liao Zixuan:

"No one in this world knows Xing'er better than me!"
Chapter completed!