Really Good at Imagining

Lin Dong took a taxi to send Qiao Xue back to the Qiao family's villa.

When she came over, there was no one at home, and the door was open.

Lin Dong shouted a few times, but no one responded.

He was also speechless. Wasn't he afraid of thieves?

After sending Qiao Xue back, he placed her on the bed in the bedroom. At this time, she was in a drunken state.

Lin Dong estimated that she would only wake up tomorrow morning.

"Don't, don't come over."

"Dad, don't go. Don't abandon us!"

"Mom, don't cry. Xiaoxue will definitely work hard to earn money in the future and let you live a good life."

"Is there no man in this world that can be relied on?"

While she was drunk and unconscious, Lin Dong could hear her murmuring in her sleep.

Lin Dong couldn't help but sigh.

He suddenly felt that Qiao Xue was quite pitiful.

She couldn't help but think of herself. She was also a left-behind child.