Here we go again.
Even the bodyguards are no better than their master. But before Mi Rong could spit out her fiery words that she prepared, someone had cut her off.
"Let me talk to my father."
It was the little Qing Qing who was sitting on the wheelchair. However, she was now emitting the air of a well-raised young girl. Inside the room, she was just like any other kid and lovely, but now she was totally different. Mi Rong had just realized in the young girl. Qing Qing's back was now straight and her delicate arms reached out to get the phone that was passed to her from the head bodyguard.
Mi Rong understood Qing Qing's intentions. To the outside world, they could not show their weak side and must be strong and indifferent, otherwise, the world will turn on them. It was their shield.
