Qiao Zhen knew that Xiaoyu had really changed.
The old Xiaoyu was always carefree and willing to forgive anyone.
Qiao Zhen's expression was somewhat hurt. He still hadn't figured out why he got so anxious when Xiaoyu disappeared and why, upon seeing the bad guy, he wanted to just blow his head off.
A friend introduced him to someone. He thought he was about the right age, so he agreed. They'd only met once and had dinner, and the relationship wasn't quite set yet.
He also thought about how he should tell Shi Yu about this matter when he got back from his business trip, suspecting that the little sister who clung to her brother might throw a fit.
But before he could say anything, something happened to her.
Qiao Zhen had no time to think about that woman; his head was full of Shi Yu, the little girl who grew up in his arms, afraid she wouldn't come back, afraid she was in danger, afraid she would be traumatized.
