"Mr. Chen, the reason I asked you here is to—" Qiuqiu's dad hadn't finished speaking when Qian made a shocking move—she dashed off, and Xiaoqiang, with his quick reflexes, followed suit. They ran to the car, opened the doors, started the engine, and drove off in one swift motion.
By the time Qiuqiu's dad caught up, all that was left was a stream of exhaust from Qian's car.
Qiuqiu's dad watched regretfully as she left. He had gone through a lot to find out where she lived, carrying gifts to plead with her, and she had still managed to escape.
Once in the car, Qian immediately called her mom.
"Mom, if someone knocks on the door asking if this is Chen Xiaoqian's home, just say there's no such person here and tell him to knock on the door upstairs."
"Qian'er, who is it?"
"A nobody."
"But at this time of day, the only one home upstairs is your Uncle Liu's grandmother with brain atrophy. Can she explain it to him?" Qian's mom was puzzled why her daughter would send someone upstairs.
