In the living room, Qiao Qiao was still making a last-ditch effort.
She pulled Su Hongxing aside and whispered, "Su, he just looks like Ye Qilan, how could you be so confused? Can't you observe him a bit more?"
How long had Su Hongxing known Ding Ye? To actually bring Ding Ye home. If Ding Ye harbored ulterior motives and aimed to harm Su Hongxing, what would she do if she got hurt again?
"Xiaoqiao, don't you know me by now? I have my reasons for keeping him here. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," Su Hongxing reassured Qiao Qiao.
Qiao Qiao sighed softly, "I'm afraid you'll get hurt again."
"I know. You all care a lot about me. Ding Ye is special, he's not a bad person, trust me," Su Hongxing said, looking back at Ding Ye.
He was holding Little Pudding; father and daughter were talking. Although his expression appeared serious, not as approachable as before, he was indeed Little Pudding's father, an unchangeable fact.
