Qiao Xin and Xiao Long looked at each other for a while, until finally, Xiao Long bent down to help Qiao Xin up. Their gazes were hard to decipher at all, even now Qiao Xin was about to turn her gaze away. Xiao Long slowly wiped Qiao Xin's tears dripping down her cheeks, then he hurriedly took off his coat and put it on Qiao Xin's body. Without a word, but enough to flatter Qiao Xin with Xiao Long's attention, then Qiao Xin's already icy hand was tightly gripped by Xiao Long and invited to rush off to get into the car.
Meanwhile, Xuan Cheng, who was watching from a distance because his car had not had time to turn around, could only guess who the male figure who had come to pick up Qiao Xin was. Because of his faint stature, Xuan Cheng was sure that the figure was not Tao at all. He has a tall, stout posture with an unmistakable style as if he was a very charismatic figure. Then Xuan Cheng let out a deep breath, speeding up the car without a word.