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Li Qiao managed to keep her patience and soothed Li Shaoquan a few words before hanging up the phone. Afterward, she looked out the window of the break room at the street scene and a smile surfaced in her lowered eyes.
Eight years, it was worth it.
At that moment, Li Qiao's phone rang again.
When she glanced at it, she saw that it was Mo Qi calling.
Li Qiao deliberated for a moment, then still pressed the answer button, "Senior brother."
On the other end of the phone, Uncle Zhong's robust voice bellowed, "Senior what brother, you little girl, I've been calling you since last night and sent you so many WeChat messages, but you just wouldn't respond. What are you trying to do? Are you rebelling against your master's orders?"
Ever since Li Qiao left the hospital last night, Uncle Zhong had felt unsettled.
He was worried that Li Qiao would investigate the truth and even more concerned that she would not be able to control her temper and seek out trouble with those people.
