On the other side, at the Northern Factory, Nan Xin was sitting near the flower bed, chatting on the phone with Li Qiao.
"Baby, it's been five days, and your brother is still missing. Did I scare him away?"
On the other end of the phone, Li Qiao responded, "Nervous?"
"Not really, I've waited six months, a few more days won't matter." Nan Xin sat on a bench and swung her legs leisurely, "I hope your advice works."
"Don't trust me?"
Nan Xin shook her head and complimented, "How could I not? Those who believe in you will live forever!"
Li Qiao flipped through Shang Lu's medical records, and with a casual smile, asked, "Knowing that he's a bit obtuse, why mention breaking up half a year ago?"
The Li Family's three sons all have unique skills, yet their flaws are almost identical.
Perhaps all their energy and passion are invested in work, leaving them emotionally insensitive, unknowingly hurting others.
