Even in the dream, Tang Song could still feel Qiuqiu's trembling and fear.
She held him tightly, choking on her words.
"...They're all bad people... They bully Qiuqiu... That lawyer, that fat guy... They're bullying Mom... The money can't be retrieved, the house isn't ours anymore..."
"I'm useless... I can't do anything... They're so fierce... I'm so scared..."
Clearly, her appearance was that of a mature lady, but at this moment, her demeanor and speech were still like that of a little girl she once was.
Tang Song's heart was pierced as he gently patted her back.
With a voice gentle yet firm, he said, "Don't be afraid, Qiuqiu, Daddy's here. Who's bullying you? Tell me."
From Qiuqiu's figure and looks, it was evident that she was facing problems in reality.
He always knew that his seemingly aloof iceberg designer friend was actually very timid inside.
Afraid of thunderstorms, darkness, horror movies.
