The younger daughter's fever had just subsided yesterday. Today, the sight of the neck full of blood was stinging to Qiao Dongliang's eyes. "What happened to you, Nan Nan? Don't cry, tell Dad, what is this blood?"
Qiao Nan did not speak. She cried so hard. Her crying made Qiao Dongliang felt extremely bad.
The security guards at the door were already staring at them. The blood on the neck of Qiao Nan had not only gained the attention of Qiao Dongliang but also the others.
"Uncle Qiao, it's better that you take Qiao Nan to the hospital to treat the wound." Zhai Sheng reminded him that even though the wound was not bleeding now, it had to be treated.
Qiao Dongliang nodded many times. "Yes, Nan Nan, don't cry. Dad will take you to the hospital. You…"
At this time, Qiao Dongliang remembered the young man that came. When he saw his daughter's misery earlier, he simply forgot about the man.
