Gu Xiaoer regretted it greatly, her pitiful eyes continuously asking Bai Xiaoyu, "Is this true? Is this really happening? Is there any chance for things to turn around…"
Bai Xiaoyu was charmed by her pitiful appearance; the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, his features indifferent yet gentle. He didn't say much, just rubbed her little head, signaling her to stay calm.
He narrowed his eyes in thought; he too had met Qiao Yunqing for the first time today. The eccentric nature of Old Qiao was well-known, and he had judged this person to be the real Old Qiao based on that. But if the real Old Qiao was Qiao Yunqing, what was the relationship between Qiao Fengqing and his apprentice Wen Xin?
However, he didn't allow himself to think too much.
He then saw Qiao Yunqing pulling out several design sketches from the paint bucket he'd brought with him, unceremoniously sweeping the crowd aside and spreading the sketches on the table.
He beckoned, indicating for Gu Xiaoer to come over.
