Even in the dream, Tang Song could still feel Qiu Qiu trembling in fear.
She clung tightly to him, choking out words through her sobs.
"They're all bad people—they bullied Qiu Qiu—that lawyer, that fat guy—they bullied Mom—we can't get the money back, and the house isn't ours anymore—"
"I'm useless—I can't do anything—they're so fierce—I'm so scared—"
Though she already looked like a cool, mature woman, her state and behavior at this moment still resembled that little girl from back then.
Tang Song felt as though something had stabbed his heart. He gently patted her back.
His voice was gentle yet firm. "Don't be afraid, Qiu Qiu. Dad's here. Who bullied you? Tell me."
Judging from Qiu Qiu's current figure and appearance, something must have happened to her in reality.
He had always known that his designer friend, who seemed as cold as an iceberg, was actually very timid deep down.
Thunderstorms, darkness, horror movies—she was afraid of all of them.
"Yes—Dad's here—" Qiu Qiu raised her tear-streaked face and looked at his blurred features. "Dad, save me. Beat up the bad guys."
"Who are the bad guys? Did something happen to you, Qiu Qiu? Don't be afraid. I'll knock down every bad guy.
Be good."
Tang Song gently stroked her orange-brown hair.
Under his gentle guidance, Qiu Qiu gradually calmed down.
Sobbing, she slowly poured out everything that had happened recently.
From her mother spending two million to buy a house, to the development being left unfinished, getting hurt while defending their rights, and then everything that had happened today.
Tang Song's brows slightly furrowed as he gradually understood. "That lawyer was so good—he said so many things I couldn't understand—he said—he said we couldn't win the lawsuit,
and that in the end, the house wouldn't even be