The way that Qiao Mei looked now, people would get ideas about her even if she just stood there. If anything were to happen to her on her way, he did not think that he, an old man with half his body already in the grave, would be able to stand it.
As Qiao Qiang had kept staring at Qiao Mei for the past few days, he did not notice that Qiao Mei actually had only a very faint sense of presence now. His mind was filled with worry and melancholy.
"Mei Mei, why not let your Uncle Chen Hu accompany you. If I ask him personally, he will definitely agree. Don't find it troublesome," Qiao Qiang said to Qiao Mei with a frown.
"Grandfather, don't worry. I'll get a ticket for the direct train from the county city to the capital. Once I reach the capital, I'll find a phone and call you. I hope that's fine for you," Qiao Mei said.
