Edward was speechless.
Thinking about it, he really was quite a bastard.
"You, I… wah!"
Ye Qiu could no longer hold back and cried out of grievance.
Edward panicked.
He had seen many women cry; he always hated it when women cried. But when Ye Qiu cried, he not only didn't hate it, he actually felt very flustered.
He wanted to comfort her, to coax her, but didn't know how.
"It's too much bullying! Too much bullying!" Ye Qiu cried out as she accused.
Just then, the doorbell rang, and someone came to report: "Boss, a Mr. Ye says he's here to see his daughter."
"My dad?" Ye Qiu immediately stopped crying, tensed up as if facing a great enemy.
Edward breathed a sigh of relief, reverting to his indifferent appearance, and said to the tearful little woman on the stairs, "Are we still going with the plan?"
"Yes!"
Ye Qiu instantly regenerated and got into fighting mode. She quickly ran down the stairs, three steps at a time.
