Ye Qijun...
Is it the three words she thought it might be?
She widened her eyes, staring at the people in front of her, her mind a bit in a daze.
Many memories suddenly flashed through her mind.
Her father, Ye Qijun's family background, was impossible to trace... She remembered her mother saying that even though her father pretended to be a poor boy, his every move had the demeanor unique to a noble family... She also thought of how Ye Qingyou pretended to be poor in university...
Does everyone in the Ye family have this tradition?
Suddenly, a flashback of the photo she just saw upstairs crossed her mind...
The person in the photo was a high school student with a youthful aura, as if it would burst out of the picture onto one's face.
That face was unclear, yet it gave her a familiar feeling...
Dad...
She thought of the person on the top floor hospital bed again...
Covered in injuries... lying there, life or death unknown.
Xu Qiaoqiao's mind went completely numb.
