Uncle Zhong the Ninth’s hesitation was all clear in Li Qiao’s eyes.
She lowered her gaze to her toes and pursed her lips, "He’s your son, I won’t do anything to him. But if I hadn’t come today, the teacher’s left hand probably couldn’t have been saved, right?"
"It’s all the sins I committed in the past, my family has fallen on hard times," Uncle Zhong the Ninth finally murmured self-mockingly after a long silence.
Li Qiao didn’t want to pry into the secrets between father and son.
She took a small step back, pushed open the front door, and nodded towards the stairs, "Let’s go, since he came for me this time, there’s no need for the teacher to get involved."
Uncle Zhong the Ninth was speechless for a moment, with many words stuck in his throat, unable to speak. Aside from a rueful smile with teary eyes, he could only shake his head in sorrow.
Li Qiao helped the stumbling Uncle Zhong the Ninth descend the stairs, unsure of what had happened to him, his body once so sturdy, now so frail.
Downstairs, an SUV was parked at the entrance of the building unit. Fu Lvting, seeing the two of them, hurried out of the car to help, "Is the old man injured?"
Uncle Zhong the Ninth shook his head without speaking; Li Qiao didn’t say anything either.
The two of them helped him into the back seat, and the moment they slammed the car door, Li Qiao lowered her voice, "I’d appreciate if you could help take care of him for the next few days, handle the hospital transfer first."
Fu Lvting nodded without hesitation, "Don’t worry, the Fu Family Martial Arts School might lack other things, but not fighters. It’s definitely safe for the old man to stay there."
Li Qiao gave a slight nod, and without further delay, Fu Lvting started the car and drove out of the complex.
At the same time, Tu Anliang suddenly looked fierce on his way back, lifted his leg, and kicked the driver’s seat, barked, "Stop the car."
"Brother Liang, what’s wrong?" His subordinate was confused but still managed to pull over at the intersection.
Tu Anliang looked out the window, with a fierce light in his eyes, "Who’s watching that old thing?"
The few subordinates in the car looked at each other, one of them hesitantly said, "No one, we were all planning to follow you to Sleepless City..."
"Shit!" Tu Anliang cursed under his breath, "Luring the tiger away from the mountain!"
He had been careless, panicked when he heard the news of Sleepless City catching fire.
Now that he had calmed down, he felt that things were not that simple.
Tu Anliang ground his teeth, his face fierce, "Let Second Brother watch over Sleepless City, report any updates immediately. Turn around, back to the complex."
"Yes, Brother Liang."
In less than twenty minutes, Tu Anliang returned to the residential complex of the complex.
He marched upstairs with three followers, the door to Apartment 302 was wide open.
Tu Anliang had a bad feeling, cursing as he approached the doorway, he took a peek inside and paused, then burst into laughter.
Sitting on the living room couch, directly opposite the front door, Li Qiao was looking down at her phone.
Hearing Tu Anliang’s laughter, without lifting her head or opening her eyes, she greeted, "Come in and sit down."
Tu Anliang: "..." An outrageous takeover of the host’s role!
Tu Anliang spat on the corridor floor and entered alone, closing the front door behind him.
In the living room, Tu Anliang casually began unbuttoning his POLO shirt.
He subtly surveyed the room to make sure no one else was there before confidently approaching Li Qiao.
As he walked, Tu Anliang asked, "Beauty, where’s the old man?"
Li Qiao was still on her phone, ignoring Tu Anliang’s approach, she said indifferently, "No wonder the Tu Family has declined, raising someone like you, going bankrupt would be hard to avoid."