During the national competition, she had called her mother and found out that her mother had already moved here.
Qiao Sang opened the door and discovered that all the soft furnishings were already in place.
Although the decor was quite luxurious, the addition of appropriate greenery and the unified beige color scheme of the soft furnishings made the overall atmosphere considerably warmer.
Where’s Mom... Qiao Sang looked at the empty living room and took out her phone to make a call.
"Bang!"
Just then, a loud noise erupted.
Colorful confetti fluttered down from above her head.
"Jiubi!" The plump pigeon waddled out holding a cake in its wings.
"Welcome home, champion!" At the same time, her mother’s voice came from above.
Qiao Sang looked up and saw her mother sitting on Faithful Weng, holding the very confetti cannon that had just been launched.
She hadn’t expected her mom to go for such a display... A genuine smile spread across Qiao Sang’s face: "I’m home!"
...
Meanwhile, at the entrance of Shengshui Middle School, reporters and paparazzi who couldn’t find Qiao Sang gradually started packing up their equipment to leave.
After everyone had left, a handsome man in a suit stepped out from a black car worth over 500,000 on the opposite side of the street and headed straight for the security room.
"Could you contact Qiao Sang for me, just tell her her dad is here," Qiao Wangyang said.
The security guard, who had been silent toward the reporters, suddenly looked up, opened the communication window frantically, but then seemed to remember something. His initially excited expression turned into one of suspicion:
"You are Qiao Sang’s father?"
Qiao Wangyang nodded: "I am."
The security guard sized him up seriously and asked: "What class is Qiao Sang in?"
Qiao Wangyang hesitated: "Class one."
He hadn’t been in touch with his daughter for a long time, but this was all reported following Qiao Sang’s performance in the National Campus Beast Tamer Competition.
The security guard continued: "What’s the name of Qiao Sang’s homeroom teacher?"
How would he know that... Qiao Wangyang opened his mouth, just about to speak.
At that moment, the security guard asked another question: "If you are Qiao Sang’s dad, why don’t you contact her yourself?"
You think I don’t want to? She blocked me and she moved... Remembering being blocked and having gone to her place only to be informed by a neighbor that Ye Xiangting had moved, Qiao Wangyang felt his face grow dark.
He couldn’t bring himself to admit to such a thing.
Seeing that he didn’t immediately answer, the security guard became more certain of his suspicion and again pressured:
"Even if Qiao Sang doesn’t have her mobile phone with her, why don’t you contact her teacher?"
Qiao Wangyang fell silent for a moment: "I don’t have the contact information of her homeroom teacher."
"Is that so?" The security guard scoffed: "Then do you have any proof that you are Qiao Sang’s father?"
Proof? Qiao Wangyang was bewildered: "Do I need proof to show that my daughter is my daughter?"
The security guard nodded: "Otherwise, how do I know she is your daughter?"
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