Qian Yikun drove back with anxiety in his chest. This was not simply related to his work, but also about his family matters.
He had not contributed much to the Qian Feng Enterprise over the years. Instead, he had caused the enterprise a lot of trouble.
Perhaps, it was time for him to consider his father's suggestion.
Marrying... Mo Fei.
Qian Yikun was lost in his thoughts. He drove very quickly, but when the traffic light turned red, his car suddenly started forward. He abruptly stopped the car—he had a feeling that he had hit someone.
Qian Yikun did not have time to think. He hurriedly opened the car door and got out.
"Le Tian, Le Tian—" Ding Yuejia's shrill voice rang out. The little child was badly shaken from the shock.
At this moment, Le Tian had already fallen to the ground. Her palms burning with pain. It felt like stones had been embedded in her palms.
"Miss, are you alright?" Qian Yikun got off the car and asked hurriedly.
