Zhuang Yibo originally thought that Qianxing would not mention the topic about him again.

After all, she never asked him when she was in the police station. She didn't see him after leaving the police station, nor did she ask him. When she returned home, she found that everything that belonged to him was gone, so she still didn't ask.

It seemed as if it had already agreed and accepted that this man disappeared from her life.

But he has done enough.

He even formed such a professional lawyer team in case of need from time to time in case she would be involved in lawsuits.

What else can she expect?

After all...she killed his dearest and most beloved brother.

Zhuang Yibo Control was quiet for a long time before finally speaking softly: "Now this is the best result."

She still didn't mention Shen Wangjin, but Qianxing already understood what she meant.

Between the two, Shen Haoxuan's death, it seems like thousands of miles apart.

How can we cross it?

Apart from this, can there be better results?

"But..." Qianxing stretched out his hand and gently stroked her face, "Don't it hurt?"

After a long time, I finally heard Zhuang Yibo's soft murmur: "It hurts a lot, so I get used to it..."

...

Zhuang Yibo insisted on staying in London to study, and Qianxing felt that no matter how much he persuaded him, it might be redundant.

She had no choice but to accompany Zhuang Yibo to school the next day.

Zhuang Yibo explained to the school that she could persist in going to school and studying, so the school naturally welcomed her back to the school's arms.

Qianxing just felt sad.

The two left school together, and Zhuang Yibo went to the Chinese supermarket where he often went to to buy vegetables, saying that he wanted to make a good meal to entertain them so that they could taste their skills.

Qianxing can only be her.

After buying things in a Chinese supermarket, the two of them returned to the downstairs of Zhuang Yibo's apartment, they saw a man standing downstairs, leaning against the lamppost on the street, lowering his head and smoking a cigarette.

Zhuang Yibo and Qianxing stopped together.

The man seemed to notice something, raised his head, and when his eyes fell on the two of them, he clearly paused.

Then, he put the cigarette in his hand, threw it into the trash can, and walked slowly forward.

He walked to Zhuang Yibo. Zhuang Yibo was originally stunned. It was not until he was close to her that she suddenly withdrew her gaze and avoided his gaze.

Qianxing also stretched out his hand to protect her, looking at the person in front of her with a defensive look, "What do you want to do?"

But the man just looked at Zhuang Yibo and spoke calmly: "What? Are you afraid that I will hit you?"

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yibo paused again, and finally slowly turned his gaze, staring at the man for a long time without saying a word.

"You really feel that you are the only one in this world. You are ready to cut off contact with me, right?"

Zhuang Yibo's voice was hoarse. After a long time, he finally uttered a word: "Brother."

Zhuang Kehao just looked at her quietly, with no big fluctuations on his face as before. He paused for a moment before saying lightly: "You haven't thought of telling me such a big thing, right?"

Zhuang Yibo still couldn't speak.

But suddenly, she remembered something that was already a little distant.

When Zhuang Zhonghong was arrested, Zhuang Kehao never looked for her;

When Han Qin passed away, she refused to attend Han Qin's funeral, and Zhuang Kehao also accepted it calmly.

Later, she came to the UK and was lucky enough to rent the apartment she had rented before.

She always thought it was Shen Wangjin who kept it for her.
Chapter completed!