Luo Tianming heard the name Luo Qiao and asked in confusion, "Has Luo Qiao come to the city?"
Zhang Dezheng replied, "She took the shuttle bus into the city this morning. I figured she doesn't have other relatives, so she must have come to find you."
Luo Tianming wasn't a fool, "Why would Luo Qiao come to the city? Has something happened to her?"
Luo Tianming still had some affection for his adopted daughter, after all, they had lived together for fifteen years. The girl, although quiet on most days, was obedient and well-behaved, much less of a worry than Luo Bin.
Previously, his intention was to keep Luo Qiao with them, but Feng Hui vehemently disagreed, claiming a child is best with their own kind, and they couldn't afford to care for unrelated people.
Zhang Dezheng felt somewhat embarrassed to speak, but he had no choice and simply repeated the story, trying his best to make it sound like an accident, without mentioning how the cow had gone mad and charged at Luo Qiao.