"Yes, Qian Qian's father is called Xia Fuan. Although I've never met him, the fact that he let Qian Qian carry such a huge debt for him alone shows that he's an absolute scoundrel! What kind of parent would be so cruel as to make their child do such a thing?" Beitang Huan also felt sad for Xia Qingqian having such a father, though Qian Qian didn't see it that way.
"Huan, is Qian Qian's family living in the slums on Eighteenth Street?" Madam Rong asked.
Beitang Huan thought for a moment, and indeed, Qian Qian had given her that address, and she nodded hurriedly, "Yes, it's right on Eighteenth Street. Mom, how did you know it was Eighteenth Street? Have you been there?"
Madam Rong was now completely convinced!
Her body swayed, but fortunately, Beitang Huan steadied her in time!
"Mom, what's wrong?" Beitang Huan helped Madam Rong to the sofa and poured her a glass of water.
