Having fallen ill, Qiu Qianghai had lost his clear rationale, he turned around with a somber face, his wickedly sharp gaze lightly glanced towards Minmin, who was standing elegantly not far away.
Especially fixating on those eyes of hers—so familiar they made his soul tremble.
The previous sorrow on Qiu Qianghai's face vanished, his aura changed, and his entire body was emitting a sinister vibe.
This was completely different from what Minmin had seen of him before.
She had already sensed something was off about Qiu Qianghai.
As he approached step by step, she didn't retreat, inwardly sure that this man wouldn't do anything to her.
Indeed, Qiu Qianghai would not harm her.
Now in his eyes, Minmin was actually Minmin.
His sweet girl, the girl he kept close to his heart.
Qiu Qianghai walked up to Minmin, smiled gently, reached out to stroke her head, and slowly moved to the back of her neck.
