Qiao Lian walked out of the hospital just as Lu Zhou rushed in.
"Qiao Lian, is your dad okay?"
"He's not dead," Qiao Lian replied without much emotion.
This father, to him, was more like a nightmare.
And now, this nightmare...
Was about to collapse.
"Qiao Lian... Was this your doing?" Lu Zhou looked carefully at his childhood friend.
Lu Zhou knew quite a bit about a lot of things.
In the past, when Qiao Lian got beaten and ran out, he would come to Lu Zhou.
Qiao Lian lifted his eyes to the sky, a gentle breeze brushed his cheek, lifting his fine hair.
"No," Qiao Lian said.
He would've preferred to end this nightmare with his own hands.
But unfortunately, it wasn't.
The assistant said Qiao Hong had a car accident, but Qiao Lian didn't believe it.
"That's good." Lu Zhou patted his shoulder, "You're still young; you can't ruin your future over this."
Qiao Lian looked down at his own hands.
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