When Qiao An saw the advertisement shot by Angel Qiao, she was so angry that her lungs exploded. She rushed to Qiao He's rented house in exasperation, twisted his ear, and scolded him. "You're crazy about money, aren't you? You don't even care about your niece's safety, do you?"
Qiao He begged for mercy. "Sister, spare me, spare me. I'm not thinking about money or disregarding the safety of the children. I just feel that you're nervous every day and always feel that others want to harm others. Are you sick? I suspect that you have schizophrenia? Sister, you'll restrict the child's nature if you lock him at home every day."
Jo Ann let go of Qiao He's ear. Frustrated, she sat on the floor mat and told him a shocking secret.
"Qiao He, the driver who hurt me three years ago. I've already met him. So he's the driver of Lu Mo's house."
Qiao He stared. He'd thought it was just an accident.
