Liu Qingshan said, "You should go back. I'll contact you as soon as there's news, and if you have any information, inform me immediately."
Qiao Rulong returned to his car, and the driver timidly asked, "President Qiao, where to next?"
Qiao Rulong's phone rang; it was his grandfather. He rubbed his temple before answering the call, "Grandfather."
Elder Qiao's deep voice came through from the other side, "Rulong, don't act recklessly. Believe in the police now that things have happened."
"Grandfather, I know..." He suddenly gritted his teeth, "It's Uncle, it's Uncle who told Tang Jingwei about my relationship with Qi Shuang and George."
After a moment of silence, Elder Qiao hung up the phone.
Elder Qiao walked alone onto the terrace, staring at the gray night sky, devoid of moon and stars. Suddenly, he felt an unprecedented sense of fatigue, uncertain in the face of destiny's challenge.
He hadn't met little George yet, and the child shouldn't become a victim of hatred.
