"Fight over someone like him?" Hearing Pan Mingyue's words, Sheng Jiaoyang sneered. "Your father is a treasure in your family, but he’s worthless in mine. We’d be out of our minds to pick up garbage that can’t be recycled."

Pan Mingyue was relieved, but at the same time, displeased with the fact that Sheng Jiaoyang was belittling her father. She murmured under her breath, "I forbid you to talk about dad like that. He’s the best father in the world."

"In that case, I’ll take back my words. Although your father is rubbish, he still has some recycling value."

"Are you regretting it now?" Pan Mingyue looked at her warily.

Sheng Jiaoyang solemnly answered, "I just thought of something. Over the past ten years, your father hasn't given us a penny for child support."

"Are you short on money now?" Pan Mingyue cast a suspicious look at Sheng Jiaoyang.

"No one would think that they have too much money, right?"

"Then, how much do you want?"

Seeing how Pan Mingyue was ready to bargain with her, Sheng Jiaoyang laughed. "I'm just teasing you. We didn't ask him for alimony during the most difficult times, so now it's even more unlikely. Don't...