That was also why they had disregarded their dignity and gone to cause trouble at Su Qiao's home.
Two days later, Su Qiao moved into her new house. Cen Mohan, of course, quietly packed up and moved into the one next door.
Less than two days later, Su Qiao's parents drove over through the night.
The two elderly people arrived at the entrance of the residential community, travel-worn and carrying large and small bags. When Su Qiao received the security guard's call and ran out to meet them, she was still a little dazed.
Hadn't they said they wouldn't come for another week?
Su Mama threw down the large travel bag in her hand and ran over to hug her daughter. Her eyes were red and swollen, clearly from having cried not long before.
"Sweetie, are you all right?"
"You child, something happened and you didn't even tell your parents. You're always reporting good news and hiding the bad. How can you be so thoughtless?"
As Su Mama spoke, tears began to fall again.
She had no idea how many tears she had wiped away along the journey.
Su Qiao's Father secretly wiped the corner of his eye and retorted indignantly, "What do you mean, 'thoughtless'? Our sweetie is just too sensible, too worry-free."
"Sweetie, that rotten brat and his family bullied you. Why didn't you say anything to us? Were you hurt anywhere?" Su Qiao's Father grabbed his daughter's arm and looked her up and down.
Remembering this matter, Su Mama hurriedly rolled up her daughter's shirt sleeves to inspect her as well.
Su Qiao quickly shook her head. "I'm fine."
"Where did you hear about this?" Normally, there was no reason for them to have learned about it back home.
"Where else? Wang Zhiyao's older sister called the