"Not everyone is like you," Qiao Lian retorted.
Father Qiao's stern face showed a hint of iron blue, seemingly angry, but he quickly suppressed it.
He lit a cigarette, exhaling clouds and mist for a moment before asking him, "Do you like that teacher?"
Qiao Lian was caught off guard, his expression slightly flustered.
Luckily, he kept his head down, and Father Qiao didn't see clearly.
"No, I don't."
His nails dug fiercely into his palm.
Can't let him find out...
Father Qiao sneered and pulled a stack of photos from the file bag next to him, tossing them toward him.
The photos scattered to the ground.
Qiao Lian saw the scene in the photos.
Chuzheng holding his hand walking across the street...
The surrounding scenery was blurred, making their figures particularly clear.
Qiao Lian's breath hitched.
It took him a while to grit his teeth and say, "You've been following me!"
Father Qiao: "You are my son; I care about your recent activities. This isn't stalking."
