Qiao Yin wiped her tears, smearing them all over his school uniform: "Am I shallow for thinking he's good-looking and cool? Wasn't it you who said you'd stop picking on me? Why are you starting again?"
"Hey, Qiao Yin, stop smearing your snot on me!"
"These are tears, not snot."
"The same goes for tears! Wipe them on yourself!"
"What's your problem? I'm your big sister, will you die if you call me sister? Don't just call me by my name, such a lack of respect."
Qiao Jiasen refused to call her that, arguing with her while carrying her down the stairs.
Upon exiting the hospital lobby, carrying Qiao Yin, he turned the parking lot high and low but didn't find Qiao Haidong's car, nor did he see him anywhere. Inwardly, he cursed Qiao Haidong numerous times.
Then, he hailed a taxi to take Qiao Yin home.
In the car, he suddenly remembered what Qiao Yin had said in the ward and couldn't help but ask her: "Isn't the child that woman is carrying a Lu?"
