Ziyu, perched in the front seat, stared in disbelief at the unfolding scene. It was surreal, almost as if an entirely different Mr. Qin had emerged, one that defied all prior impressions.
Mr. Qin, usually composed to the point of being unflappable, now stood outside the car, his demeanor transformed by an uncharacteristic surge of emotions.
The image of Mr. Qin gripping Stacy's arm had sent a chill down Ziyu's spine. The sudden, bone-jarring halt of the car had reverberated through the atmosphere, shaking him from within.
He couldn't quite comprehend what was so special about her but he only knew that she was the only woman Mr Qin could bear to share the same space with and no vision.
How could this man, known for his unyielding poise, succumb to such a display of agitation? It baffles him a lot to the core but he knew it was quite some progress on Mr Qins side.
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