Boss Qian's eyes flickered as he spoke softly, "Yes, there's no choice. Blood ties bind them; the children followed their second uncle to arrange their father's funeral. I didn't go; I pretend I don't have this son. Besides, my grandson and granddaughter are now fatherless and motherless. I'm getting old, and I must consider their future more..."
Gu Qiaoqiao and Boss Xu exchanged a glance, it seemed they really had nothing to do with the One-Eyed Dragon.
There's no use asking further, especially since they weren't in a position to ask too many questions.
Gu Qiaoqiao sighed helplessly, leaning back as she placed her hand on the armrest of the wicker chair. A chilly sensation suddenly came from it, startling Gu Qiaoqiao, causing her to quickly remove her hand.
Fortunately, Gu Qiaoqiao had experienced many storms, so no one noticed her peculiar reaction.
But when she removed her hand, that eerie feeling vanished, as if it was just a illusion.
What was going on?
