Jing Hao turned to look at Xie Qinghuan, "What's going on?"
Xie Qinghuan felt guilty and recounted the entire situation to Jing Hao, of course omitting their confrontation from last night.
Jing Hao's eyebrows furrowed even tighter, and a trace of coldness surrounded him.
He tidied up the dishes and turned to enter the kitchen.
Xie Qinghuan whispered, "Xiao Mo, don't you think Jing Hao has become much more cold and deep compared to before?"
Qiao Mo nodded but remained silent.
He had experienced so much, so much hurt and betrayal, plots and schemes; in a family as large as the Jiang family, how could he still be the same as before?
"No matter how he changes, I believe he's the person I can trust for my entire life."
Xie Qinghuan nodded, tidied up her things, and prepared to go to work.
"Jing Hao, I'm leaving now, take good care of Xiao Mo."
...
After Xie Qinghuan left, Qiao Mo walked to the kitchen and softly asked, "Have you had breakfast?"
"Mm."
