It really was Lu Beixiao!
After not seeing him for a few years, he had matured quite a bit. He was firm, tall, and cool!
In this private room, because he had joined, there was an obvious masculine smell!
At this moment, he had already arrived in front of the little girl. He bent down and held her face.
That look, he doted on her as much as he could!
"Good boy, I'm late. Are You Hurt? " Lu Beixiao held ye Qiao's palm-sized face. His eyes were filled with gentleness and concern as he looked at her body from the corner of his eyes.
When he caught a glimpse of the wound on her arm, his heart tightened.
There was a long cut on his baby's snow-white arm, as if it had been cut by glass. The wound didn't look deep, but blood was oozing out from it.
Instantly, his eyes were bloodshot!
Ye Qiao did not even frown or make a sound. There was only anger in his heart, and he did not feel any pain at all!