Uncle Zhong the Ninth's hesitation was all clear in Li Qiao's eyes.
She lowered her gaze to her toes and pursed her lips, "He's your son, I won't do anything to him. But if I hadn't come today, the teacher's left hand probably couldn't have been saved, right?"
"It's all the sins I committed in the past, my family has fallen on hard times," Uncle Zhong the Ninth finally murmured self-mockingly after a long silence.
Li Qiao didn't want to pry into the secrets between father and son.
She took a small step back, pushed open the front door, and nodded towards the stairs, "Let's go, since he came for me this time, there's no need for the teacher to get involved."
Uncle Zhong the Ninth was speechless for a moment, with many words stuck in his throat, unable to speak. Aside from a rueful smile with teary eyes, he could only shake his head in sorrow.
