Qiao Yi is Yunxi's most beloved woman, the sister he grew up with, the mother of his son.
How could he stand idly by?
Impossible!
Yunxi has tried to calm himself down, but right now his eyes are reddened with urgency: "Don't bother explaining, I've heard countless truths since I was young, but none of them truly apply to the current situation."
Song Zhen sees his determination, and can only say: "Then you stay, I'll go in person! Qiao Yi is my daughter, I won't tolerate anyone hurting her!"
"Come on!" Yunxi strides outside: "I'll go myself, you stay and take care of mommy and An'an!"
As Yunxi descends the stairs, he instructs someone to prepare a private jet, his brain rapidly calculating.
The wardrobe in the bedroom of the private jet has always been stocked with his clothes, just to handle sudden situations.
