Xiao Long seemed to be standing still in the middle of the road, his hands still clutching the paper leaflets he used to distribute or display. He had posted various advertisements in various media and he had tried his best to find Qiao Xin's whereabouts. He doesn't even care if his father-in-law finds out that Xiao Long doesn't care either. However, Xiao Long had already ordered his uncle Qiao Xin to forbid Qiao Xin's mother from watching television under any circumstances.
Xiao Long took another deep breath, his black hair had grown long, a thin mustache that usually didn't start to grow thin now. His eyes are sad, his cheeks are getting thinner, even Xiao Long has lost so many pounds in a very pathetic way.
"Are you still going to be like this, Master Han?"
