Hearing Lin Xiaoxiao’s voice, Qin Miaomiao felt strange, looking at Lu Qing in surprise and said blandly, "I’ll go open the door, you wait here."
Lu Qing, interrupted by Lin Xiaoxiao, swallowed the words he was about to say.
"Where have you been, running so out of breath."
Lin Xiaoxiao, breathing heavily, looked at Qin Miaomiao’s calm expression and probably knew the inside story. She coughed awkwardly and said to Lu Qing, who was standing beside Qin Miaomiao, "Mr. Lu, soone is looking for you."
Looking at Lin Xiaoxiao’s thoughtful gaze, Lu Qing said calmly, "Stay with Miao Miao, and rember, don’t speak carelessly."
For so reason, Lu Qing was worried that Lin Xiaoxiao might speak carelessly. From her eyes, it was clear that she probably already knew about the child’s disappearance. So after giving instructions, he quickly went downstairs.
"There’s a discovery."
Upon hearing the words "discovery," Lu Qing imdiately perked up: "Tell about your discovery."
Lin Xiaoxiao observed Qin Miaomiao, seeing her calm deanor, felt slightly unbalanced. Qin Miaomiao felt weak and sore all over, with a lazy indifference in her gaze.
"Miao Miao, are you really okay now?"
"I, I wasn’t behaving normally at the hospital before, was I?"
Lin Xiaoxiao nodded: "Yeah, at the ti, I saw how worried Mr. Lu was about you. You were dazed and kept fixating on things. I didn’t know how to comfort you."
"I’m really sorry for making you worry."
"Actually, the person most worried about you was Mr. Lu. My worry was nothing compared to his, you should have seen his face stiffen."
Thinking back now, Qin Miaomiao realized she hadn’t paid much attention to Lu Qing, and when she finally snapped out of it, he had already left. Her heart was filled with guilt, feeling that Rong Lan’s condition was due to her. Now fully clear-headed, she finally sorted out her thoughts.
"I’ve figured it out now, and I want to live well with Rong Lan’s blessing."
"Seeing you like this puts at ease."
Suddenly feeling thirsty, Qin Miaomiao said, "Want sothing to drink? I’ll get it."
"Juice, please."
"Wait here."
With excitent, Qin Miaomiao went downstairs to the kitchen to get two bottles of juice. As she was about to head back up, she saw Lu Qing and his friend walking toward this area, so she quietly hid in the kitchen.
"It seems your previous clues were correct. The suspect indeed used knockout gas to knock people out and seize the opportunity," the man said, his gaze shifting to Lu Qing.
"Do you think his motive is money?"
"I think I have to overturn your assumption. If it were just for money, he would have called by now. According to my analysis, he has a personal vendetta against either you or the Lu Family."
Lu Qing looked at him in surprise: "Personal vendetta?"
Qin Miaomiao, hiding in the kitchen and eavesdropping on their conversation, felt strange, especially about Lu Qing’s friend, who wore jeans and a checkered shirt, not at all like soone from the white-collar or elite class, his voice unusually down-to-earth.
"I heard your eldest son is very well-behaved and doesn’t usually cry easily."
Lu Qing nodded wearily, feeling a sense of powerlessness as he slumped onto the sofa.
The man observed him, then looked at the ceiling of the living room: "Sotis, too many guards and too much surveillance aren’t necessarily good. You have considered that soone managed to take the child right under your nose, yet your security and surveillance were useless, haven’t you?"
"I was too careless."
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