"Qiaoqiao?" Lu Wanwan sensed something unusual and furrowed her brows tightly.
She was holding Wen Qiao's hand, feeling the iciness of her fingertips.
The stranger's gaze moved from Wen Qiao to her, and then back to Wen Qiao.
Standing next to him was a black-haired middle-aged man of Asian descent, "Miss Qiao, it's time to go back."
When Lu Wanwan heard the words "Miss Qiao," she was a bit puzzled and turned to ask her, "Do you know him?"
"Wanwan, I need to go first," Wen Qiao forced a smile, "This is my brother; he's come to take me back."
"Is that so?" Lu Wanwan looked forward apprehensively, her clear and composed voice asking, "Sir, do you know what her name is?"
Wen Qiao's nervousness and fear were clearly visible to her, uncertain who this man really was and what his intentions were.
She wasn't without fear herself, but this was a public place, and all she needed to do was shout for security to appear.
