Luo Qiao thought about the words of the old lady on her way, wondering if she should help those three children. After all, according to the old lady, the children were good; it was just their mother who was a bit off tune.
If it was because of Zhao Jinhua that the three children were indirectly ruined, Luo Qiao felt she couldn't live with her conscience.
So, after getting off the bus, she found a payphone and made another call to Jing Wanpeng. She felt there was no need to trouble two people over the same issue, "Hello, I'm Luo Qiao."
"Are you satisfied with the outcome?"
"Yes, I'm satisfied, but there's another favor I'd like to ask of you. Don't worry, I'll make an extra bottle of Nourishing Life Pills as a reward."
"Tell me what it is first. Maybe I can't help you."