He wouldn't and didn't dare to. Nobody dared to touch his—Chu Lui's—daughter. Qin Luo knew him for more than ten years already. If he didn't have complete trust in Qin Luo, there was no way he would've handed his daughter over to him. Du Jingtang scoffed. "Okay, okay. Just pretend that I didn't say anything. Just pretend that I didn't say anything."
He wasn't an idiot. He was just too worried about the little cutie. Alright then. He had already expressed his concerns; now, all that was left for him to do was sit and wait.
It was just that it felt like there were thorns on his butt; there was no way for him to sit still.
They waited for another unknown period of time. Du Jingtang waited so long that he felt like scratching the wall already. He checked the watch on his wrist from time to time. Another ten minutes had passed. Just then, the sound of lighthearted footsteps traveled from inside the room; and the three of them redirected their gaze.
