"Yanyan, I'm back."
Bai Huai, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, walked in from outside, not even having time to put down his briefcase; his first thought was to see her.
Seeing her still sitting by the window reading, the muscles on his face relaxed, and he walked over gently.
"Today, I saw two people."
Qiann Yan looked up, "Who?"
"Jing XiYuaan. When I was on the bus coming back, I passed by the overpass, got stuck in traffic, and happened to see him begging under the bridge, along with Jing Kun. Jing Kun isn't dead, probably has something to do with Jing XiYuaan. He was scolding Jing Kun, saying he can't even do something as simple as begging properly."
"It seems like he's a bit mentally disturbed. Jing Kun's leg is broken, beaten badly, searching desperately for teeth on the ground, not daring to say a word, just curled up there."
Qiann Yan didn't expect Jing Kun to be alive, let alone that Jing XiYuaan and Jing Kun, father and son, were actually begging.
