When Qiao Yuan heard this, he couldn't help but look at Wang Zichen and smile. The sharp aura in the interrogation room just now had disappeared, and it was replaced with a refined and indifferent smile.
"Zichen, I often hear your mother mention you. I initially wanted to meet you when the time was right. I didn't expect our first meeting to be so sudden, and in such a place."
Wang Zichen looked up and quickly glanced at Qiao Yuan. Then, he quickly lowered his head. After a while, he said in a low voice, "Uncle Qiao, I've caused you trouble."
Without the rejection and resistance he expected, this instantly relaxed Qiao Yuan's tensed heart. He couldn't help but raise his hand to gently stroke Wang Zichen's head and say softly, "As long as you're fine. Don't worry, Uncle Qiao is with you. I won't tell your mother about this. Let this become a secret between us, okay?"
