"Qian?"
Macaro was stunned, and then looked at Brand with a heart full of bitterness, finally understanding the intention behind the question he had posed earlier. But this moment was too critical, and Liwu would never allow him to provoke this young man, even if it meant the team members had to swallow the insult in his presence. This punch came fast and brutal, and even with his self-control, Macaro couldn't help but look away from the young girl he had raised, faced with her disbelief, inquiry, or hint of vulnerability in her eyes.
Even if he had a thousand excuses, he couldn't utter a single word in his defense, even though he knew the girl, whom he had always treated as his own daughter, wished he would at least give an explanation, even if it was just one sentence. In this moment, Macaro couldn't say anything.
