This...
Huang Li hadn't figured out the reason yet when she heard Qin Hao's voice behind her: "Weak and incompetent trash, only knows how to bully little girls."
She turned around, gratefully looking at Qin Hao: "Brother Qin..."
"It's okay now, this old ghost probably won't be able to talk for half an hour." Qin Hao didn't bother looking at Kang Baxi on the ground, gently comforting Huang Li.
"But Uncle Kang, he..." Huang Li was a bit worried.
Qin Hao interrupted: "This old ghost is not dead yet. Even if someone wanted to kill him, it wouldn't be me. It should be your father."
"Father!" Huang Li understood Qin Hao's meaning, and a deep joy was in her eyes.
But quickly, she said uncertainly: "Even Uncle Kang couldn't do anything, how can you..."
"Can you trust me?" Qin Hao said with a smile.
Somehow, Huang Li felt that Qin Hao's smile was like the morning sun, very warm and reassuring.
She nodded: "Um... I trust you! Brother!"
