"Mom, I need to see someone."
"Qiaoqiao." Deng Jiaru couldn't stop her when she saw she had already put on both boots. "Don't go anywhere, I'll have the driver take you back to the old house."
"No, Mom." Qiao Xiaon'an stood up, straightened her back, with a look of resentment in her eyes. The hands hanging by her sides were silently clenched into fists. "I must see Yuan Yifan."
"Miss Qiao!" On the other side of the hospital bed, Gu Xu, with his hands stuck in his suit pockets, slowly drew them out and looked over with a deep gaze, "You really can't go anywhere."
Qiao Xiaon'an also turned her gaze towards Gu Xu, her already clenched fists were tightened even more, as if she had the strength to crush an egg, which suddenly appeared in her heart and fist. "Why can't I go? Director Hao said that the crash of MXXX flight was man-made, not accidental. I have suspected someone."
