C1247 Doubt

Jiang Xiaolang looked at Hsu Qiaoqiao's eyes. They were red like rabbits. Tears were like strings of pearls hanging on her fair little face. That pitiful and helpless look made his heart inexplicably ache.

Hsu Qiaoqiao was not a delicate little girl. She must be extremely afraid in her heart. She could not find her mother. She must be afraid and could not find him anymore!

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