While Qiao An was in pain, Uncle Xiao reported some good news to her. "An'an, it's all thanks to you that we were able to defeat the core forces of the drug cartel. The drug cartel leader, Nighthawk, is dead, and his trusted aides have fallen into the legal net. Their goods have also been confiscated. An'an, you've made a great contribution."
He thought that Qiao An would definitely be overjoyed. After all, she had been running around for a long time in regard to this matter. Unexpectedly, Qiao An said dejectedly, "I'm just a girl. I don't pursue fame and fortune. I just want a warm and happy home. Uncle Xiao, my Brother Xiaoran is gone. What's the use of fame and fortune?"
Uncle Xiao looked sad. He knew that no amount of good news could make up for Qiao An's pain of losing her husband. But he still felt the need to share those huge successes with her.
"One more thing, An'an. Xiao Ming and Falcon are home," Uncle Xiao said.
