Upon hearing Qiao Yujun's words, Song Zihan had already stretched out his hand to her arm, touched her sleeve and retracted it.
"Yes... I'm not a man..." The usually gentle man suddenly raised his voice, "I, Song Zihan, am not worthy of being a father!"
Turning around, Song Zihan strode down the steps.
"Dad, I'm leaving first!"
Whispering to Qiao Haoting, he hurriedly rushed into the hall door. His tall figure quickly crossed the yard, walked out of the apartment and left the Qiao family's old house.
Luo Jun patted Chu Xiaochen's shoulder gently, "Xiaochen, take Lele to the bathroom to wash her hands."
Chu Xiaochen responded softly, took hold of Chu Le who was a little scared, led her into the bathroom, and closed the door.
Then he hugged Chu Le into his arms and raised his hands to cover her ears.
Watching Chu Xiaochen close the door, Luo Jun walked up the stairs and walked to Qiao Yujun step by step.
Watching Luo Jun walking forward, Qiao Yujun subconsciously clenched the armrest and took a step back.
"What are you going to do?"
Luo Jun raised his hand and pointed at her face.
"Qiao Yujun, I just want to remind you that there is only one reason why you are standing here instead of staying in prison, and that is because your surname is Qiao!"
Qiao Yujun's face turned pale.
"Also... regarding Qiao Wei's death, it has nothing to do with Xiaochen from beginning to end!" Luo Jun narrowed his eyes slightly, "About that arson case, sooner or later I will find out the truth. If you are related to this matter,
I will never let you go again!"
"Don't be slanderous, I didn't do that thing!" Qiao Yujun growled, "Qiao Wei's death had nothing to do with Chu Xiaochen. If she hadn't come back to Qiao's house, would Qiao Wei have done these things? She
Will she die? Why did she come back?! If she didn't come back, if she would be her Chu Xiaochen, these things wouldn't have happened... and my Xiaowei wouldn't have died..."
When talking about the latter part, Qiao Yujun cried uncontrollably.
"Then let me tell you one more thing!" Luo Jun grabbed her arm, "Xiao Chen never wanted to go back to Qiao's family. I arranged all these things... Aren't you afraid that she will take away Qiao's family?
Okay, then I’ll tell you now, Qiao’s can only be Xiaochen’s, and you… just wait to go to hell!”
Pushing her away with force, Luo Jun turned around and walked down the stairs to the bathroom door.
Taking a deep breath, he opened the door with a smile.
"Lele, let's go home with dad!"
Bending to pick up Chu Xiaochen, Luo Jun touched her little face lovingly, took Chu Xiaochen's hand, and strode towards the door.
"Grandpa, let's go first!"
Chu Xiaochen vaguely heard his voice through the door. Knowing that she could not stay at Qiao's house any longer, she said goodbye to Qiao Haoting and followed Luo Jun away.
The bodyguards also followed and walked out. All the laughter and laughter in the huge hall disappeared, leaving only dead silence.
Yang Lin held Qiao Haoting's arm, "Mr. Qiao, let me help you go upstairs to rest!"
Qiao Haoting gently pulled out his arm and walked to the stairs step by step.
He came to Qiao Yujun and stopped.
"Get out!"
Qiao Yujun raised her face, "Dad?!"
Qiao Haoting took a deep breath, "From now on, I am not your father, and you are not my daughter. There is no daughter like you in our Qiao family!"
Qiao Yujun stood up from the stairs, "Dad?!"
"roll!"
Qiao Haoting squeezed out a word between his teeth.
