Zhou Jiao glared at Zhang Guoqing and cried to Zhou Xiaozheng, "Why didn't you call for me? I didn't even know you came to see me. Dad, I always thought you were gone. It was my brother who said you were still alive. When I was little, he said people would be in the sky. I often looked up to find you, but I could never see you?"
"Alright, stop crying. Be a good girl, Jiao Jiao. You shouldn't cry during confinement, or you'll end up with bulging eyes. Do you know what goldfish eyes look like? All puffy. My good daughter, please don't cry. Oh no, look, your eyes are no longer beautiful. I promise you, I'll never leave our little princess again. Be good, look at Dad. Shanshan, hurry and get a towel to wipe Jiao Jiao's tears." Zhou Xiaozheng bent down, softly coaxing her, occasionally making funny faces to amuse her.
Zhang Guoqing stared at him, dumbfounded. Is this a dual personality? Split personality disorder?
