"Why do you suddenly bring up this?" Jiang Zongjim sat back.
Qiao Nian lowered her eyelashes and said casually, "I'm just asking casually. If you don't feel comfortable telling me, forget it."
Jiang Zongjim felt much heavier when he thought of his wife who had passed away many years ago.
He was silent for a moment, looking at his daughter who looked exactly like his wife, with mixed feelings in his heart: "She? She is like the wind... I don't know much about your mother. If I had known her more and spent more time with her, maybe this tragedy would not have happened."
Qiao Nian raised her eyelids and looked at the man who was covering his head with his hands and looked sad. She pursed her lips and said calmly after a long while: "Sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned this."
Jiang Zongjin's eyes turned red. He shook his head and looked at her again. He was a little worried about Qiao Nian: "Niannian, did something happen to you?"
"No." Qiao Nian hadn't figured out what was going on here yet, so she definitely couldn't tell him. She didn't even look him in the eye and denied it without a second thought: "Dad, you're overthinking it."
Jiang Zongjin could see that she hadn't told him something, but he didn't want to force her. He said a few words to Qiao Nian, and seeing that it was getting late, he asked Qiao Nian to go to bed early and hung up the phone first.
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Qiao Nian waited until Jiang Zongjin hung up before going back. She put her phone on the table to charge, then took out a change of clothes from the closet and went into the bathroom.
The sound of water splashing in the bathroom was heard, and mist quickly gathered on the glass, so that the figures of the people inside could be vaguely seen from the outside.
Ye Wangchuan received a call from Feng Yu downstairs. He went upstairs and knocked on the door, only to find that Qiao Nian seemed to have forgotten to close the door.
He raised his eyebrows and pushed the door open and walked in.
Qiao Nian's room is not big and has a separate bathroom.
In addition to a bed and a desk, the room also has a small single sofa and coffee table by the windowsill.
The room is not big, but it is warmly decorated.
When Ye Wangchuan walked in, he saw things the girl had casually thrown on the desk and bedside. He walked over and took away her clothes and placed them on the back of a chair nearby.
Qiao Nian didn't have much stuff. All he had was a laptop computer of unknown age and a black backpack that hadn't changed in a thousand years.
In addition, there are some small miscellaneous items and a few changes of clothes...
Ye Wangchuan did prepare a lot of new styles of brands that girls like to wear in her wardrobe, but it was a pity that he seldom saw her wearing them.
Qiao Nian usually wears a sweatshirt when going out, and a short T-shirt in the summer. He wears whatever is comfortable and usually looks cool. At most, he wears a hat when going out.
So Ye Wangchuan also found a black baseball cap on her desk that she usually used. The cap did not have any style. It was just a simple baseball cap that could not be simpler.
There was the sound of water splashing in the room.
Ye Wangchuan stood in her room for a while, thought about it, took out a clean white towel from the drawer beside him, and then held the white towel in his hand and placed it next to the door when the girl came out of the shower so that she could see it when she came out.
Qiao Nian's right shoulder was injured and she couldn't get wet, so she simply wiped her body and washed her hair.
Quickly she turned off the water, opened the bathroom door and came out.
When Qiao Nian came out, she didn't notice that there was an extra person in her room. Her clothes were loose on her body, and water droplets on the tips of her hair rolled down her slender white neck and rolled into the depths of her collar until they were out of sight.
(End of this chapter)