"You are 14, and so is Chen Zhenzhen. Although her family background isn’t as affluent as yours, not even as much as most classmates in the class, she is still a little girl raised with utmost care by her family. Shen Qiao, have you ever thought from Chen Zhenzhen’s perspective? Wouldn’t she be scared being cornered in the bathroom?"
"Shen Qiao, Chen Zhenzhen is not Iron Man. She would be scared too. When she’s scared, did you ever help her? Did you ever stand up for her?"
Shen Qiao sat there, completely bewildered.
"You didn’t." Rong Qingqing sighed, "You watched as she gradually distanced herself from you and because of this, you blamed her in your heart, thinking you wasted considering her your best, best friend."
"Shen Qiao, if I were you, no matter how others bully me, that’s fine. But if anyone dares to touch my best friend, I’d risk my life to beat them up!"
"Do you understand? That’s what friendship truly means; any kind of goodness must be mutual, not just one person endlessly giving."
"Qiaoqiao, in this friendship, you have no right to talk about forgiveness because Chen Zhenzhen tried hard for it, and you didn’t."
Shen Qiao sat there turning her head toward the car window, biting her lip and crying alone.
"Qiaoqiao, the first person to stand up and apologize to you today was Chen Zhenzhen."
As a child from an ordinary family, Chen Zhenzhen doesn’t have the ability to stand against the world for the sake of a good friend.
Chen Min, Sun Xiangxiang, Zhuang Daqiang, among their family’s acquaintances, one is a trusted subordinate of Rong Jiaojiao’s father, and two have businesses with the Rong Family and Shen Family.
Chen Zhenzhen, a 14-year-old girl, is not made of steel. Facing threats, fear and retreat are natural instincts.
Don’t hold too high an expectation for a 14-year-old minor whose mind isn’t fully mature.
Rong Qingqing’s words were piercing and sharp.
Rong Qingqing didn’t heap praises and flattery on Shen Qiao just because she’s the daughter of the Shen Family.
Certain things need only be stated briefly; Shen Qiao is just a kid, so Rong Qingqing didn’t speak harshly to her, but left her to ponder herself.
However, Rong Qingqing also knew that the bond between Shen Qiao and her little friend might truly be hard to return to its previous state.
"Miss Rong, Young Master Shen Xingwei’s car has been following us and has honked several times, should we stop?" the chauffeur suddenly asked Rong Qingqing.
"Don’t stop!" Shen Qiao blurted out.
Rong Qingqing glanced back; it was indeed so.
"Sister Qing, don’t stop. I don’t want you to meet Shen Xingwei!" Shen Qiao looked at Rong Qingqing pitifully.
"We won’t meet, won’t meet." Rong Qingqing rubbed Shen Qiao’s head and told the driver, "Keep driving, if you can lose him, lose him. If not, let him follow as he likes."
Shen Qiao felt relieved, wiping her tears, she lay down in the back to watch the car following them.
Listening to Rong Qingqing, the bodyguard stepped on the gas, attempting to lose Shen Xingwei’s car.
But no one expected Shen Xingwei noticed Rong Qingqing speeding up and also pressed the accelerator directly, overtaking Rong Qingqing’s car.
Then, suddenly veering, directly blocked the road ahead.
The bodyguard instinctively swerved the steering wheel to avoid a direct collision, fiercely crashing towards the roadside.
"Ah!" Shen Qiao screamed.
Rong Qingqing instinctively held Shen Qiao tightly in her arms, bending her whole body.