Qiao Dongliang shook his head and stared blankly at Qiao Zijin for a long while. "Zijin, I think your only talent is your eloquence." Qiao Dongliang could not deny that he had almost been taken in for a few seconds and had almost agreed with Qiao Zijin.
It was just that…
Qiao Dongliang had not forgotten the pain of fracturing his bones after being pushed away by Qiao Zijin. It was that pain that had cleared his mind. What he remembered even more clearly was how Qiao Nan had rushed down to the hospital immediately and had paid for his surgery in the moment of his greatest pain.
He would only believe what he had seen and experienced for himself. He could differentiate and know who was truly good to him.
