When she saw who it was, Qiao Yun's face showed no surprise. Based on their positions at the time, she had already suspected someone, but she needed evidence to confirm it.
Qiao Yun put down her phone and keenly sensed the burning gaze behind her. She turned her head to look at Lu Rui, and a great doubt surfaced on her fair, clean face.
"Is there a problem?"
Lu Rui shook his head vigorously in response, "No problem, Daddy just wanted to ask you if your wound still hurts."
"It doesn't hurt; it's okay."
"That's good."
Qiao Yun was even more puzzled. She always felt that the way Lu Rui looked at her had suddenly become... a bit panic-stricken?
It wasn't exactly panic that Lu Rui felt, but restlessness.
He scrutinized his obedient and sensible daughter. Though she was very smart, she was only in her senior year of high school, so how could she possibly be Professor Qiao?
