Qiann Yan: "Really."
The room fell into silence. Qiann Yan wasn't in a hurry and sat quietly on the sofa, waiting.
Wuh Jiaqi and Ke Xue exchanged glances, then looked at Qiann Yan, who was sitting there with unshakable composure. They also noticed their son's eyes seemed glued to the young girl, leaving them speechless yet somewhat understanding.
For all these years, the people their son could remember were just them and this young girl.
About five minutes later, Wuh Jiaqi spoke: "Last time, when Little Hua came back, he told us classmate Xia reminded us to be cautious of Shang Ruqi. As far as we know, Shang Ruqi is classmate Xia's aunt," Wuh Jiaqi paused, full of concern, "As it involves Little Hua, we have to be cautious. We ask for classmate Xia's understanding."
Qiann Yan wasn't bothered by this, simply saying, "Shang Ruqi wants to harm me too."
Wuh Jiaqi was a little puzzled. Isn't Shang Ruqi Xia Qianyan's aunt?
