Upon hearing the familiar voice, Jiaojiao immediately lifted her head from Duan Xi's embrace and saw Ruan Hao, wearing a trench coat with its edges fluttering, walking in from outside.
Ruan Hao had been on a business trip out of town for the past few days, and his flight only arrived in Beidu at 8 p.m. tonight. However, as soon as he got off the plane and heard about Jiaojiao's situation, he rushed over immediately.
It wasn't until this moment, seeing Jiaojiao safe and sound, that he truly breathed a sigh of relief.
However, seeing Jiaojiao's eyes red from crying, a hint of coldness still flashed deep in his eyes.
"Who are you?" The yellow-toothed thug felt a sense of foreboding the moment he saw Ruan Hao.
Ruan Hao, however, didn't even glance at him, completely ignored him, and walked straight to Jiaojiao, softly asking, "Are you hurt?"
