After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

Hearing this, Li Lianggong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, muttering to himself: "It's good if it's not Tong Wenjie, it's good if it's not Tong Wenjie..."

However, his brows soon furrowed again, and he continued to nag: "I told you, there are so many outstanding men for you to choose from, you are not blind, why did you fall for that mob of the Tong family?

There is not a single good person in the Tong family! In my opinion, it would be better to let that vicious dog Meng Qisui be the father of my grandson."

As soon as the words came out, Li Lianggong seemed to realize that something was wrong, and hurriedly shook his head and denied it: "No, no, Meng Qisui is an old widower who has lost three wives. It's unlucky, too unlucky..."

Seeing her father so entangled, Li Shiliu couldn't help laughing. She took Li Lianggong's arm and said coquettishly, "Dad, don't worry about it! In fact, you not only know the child's father, but you are also quite familiar with him."

When Li Lianggong heard this, he immediately became excited and asked impatiently, "Oh? Really? Then tell me quickly, who is it?"

Li Shiliu deliberately kept the secret, and said with a smile: "Dad, don't be impatient, guess again..."

Li Lianggong sighed helplessly and urged, "Oh, my dear daughter, stop teasing me and tell me now!"

Li Shiliu then slowly uttered three words: "Yang Nanyao."

"What?" Li Lianggong was so shocked that he almost jumped up and cried out, "Oh my God...

"I know that when I die and go to the underworld, I won't even have the courage to face my deceased wife! What should I do?" Li Lianggong cried bitterly and slapped his thighs with both hands, his regret evident in his words.

“Wuwuwu…” He cried even more sadly, as if the whole world had collapsed before his eyes.

After a long while, Li Lianggong finally stopped crying, but he still sobbed and said, "My precious daughter Xiao Shishi actually fell in love with a woman. This can't be my precious daughter's fault! Humph, it must be that bad girl named Yang Nanyao who caused all this trouble! That girl, just one look at her, you can tell she is definitely not a good person, she is a coquettish slut! How can a woman like her be worthy of being the father of my grandson?"

Thinking of this, Li Lianggong couldn't help but widen his eyes, his face full of anger, and continued to curse with gnashing teeth: "Wait, wait! Such a coquettish and slutty girl wants to be a father? It's simply a pipe dream! How is that possible? Even if she wants to be a father, it's not her turn! She is not an upright man, she doesn't have this ability at all..."

At the end of his speech, Li Lianggong seemed to have suddenly figured something out. His tense face instantly relaxed, and he even revealed a barely perceptible smile. He muttered to himself, "Hey, it's finally safe now..."

However, just when Li Lianggong thought he could completely put his mind at ease, he suddenly heard his precious daughter Li Shiliu continue to stab him mercilessly, saying, "Dad, I forgot to tell you that Yang Nanyao is actually a man. His real name is Nanyang Yao. He is also a descendant of a loyal and good man. He is the son of the governor of Jialing City who was exterminated some time ago."