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Chapter 648

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Qiao Yuying was a very smart woman. Otherwise, she would not have been able to expand Qiao's Jewelry so well. She calmed down and discovered the problem.

If what Gu Qingyao said was true, Gu Yunshen had discovered that the child was in danger. What danger?

Her parents had clearly said that the child had died, but why was her daughter still alive?

She could not believe that her parents had lied to her for so many years.

Qiao Yuying looked at her daughter in front of her and grabbed her. "Let's go home."

She wanted to find out what had happened back then.

Qiao Yuying pulled Gu Qingyao and dashed out. They got into the car and headed straight to the Family Qiao.

Old Madam Qiao and Old Master Qiao were both at home today. They were having afternoon tea.

Gu Qingyao already understood that her mother had been deceived back then. She clearly cared about her father and her very much. She had not forgotten about them even after so many years.

In that case, even if she had thought that her father was married and had lied to her, she would not have ignored her daughter.

Her mother had clearly been very shocked when she saw her.

She remembered that her father had said that her grandparents did not like her. They had said that she was a bastard and wanted to give her away. Looking at Qiao Yuying's attitude now, her grandparents had probably lied to her mother about something back then.

If she followed her mother back to the Family Qiao now, her identity would be exposed in front of her grandparents. But looking at her mother's tight grip on her hand, as if she was afraid that she would disappear, Gu Qingyao did not have any scruples.

It did not matter if they had discovered her or not. As long as her mother still cared about her and her father, that was enough!

Her main purpose for going abroad this time was to find her mother. She was already very satisfied now.

Even if her grandparents wanted to do something to her, she was not someone who would allow herself to be trampled on.

When she returned to the Family Qiao, the butler saw that Qiao Yuying had brought a young girl back. This girl looked so much like Qiao Yuying. He was immediately shocked.

"Where are my parents?"

There was a hint of suppressed anger in Qiao Yuying's voice.

The butler was shocked. "In … drinking tea in the back garden."

Qiao Yuying pulled Gu Qingyao and rushed to the back garden.

"Mom, mom, calm down!"

Hearing Gu Qingyao call her mother, Qiao Yuying stopped in her tracks and turned around to look at her.

Joy surged from the bottom of her heart, but she couldn't accept the pain of being separated from her daughter for so many years, especially when all of this might have been caused by her most respected parents.

Qiao Yuying tried to suppress her emotions that were about to explode. "Good girl, Yaoyao, don't be afraid. Mom is just going to ask. Mom will protect you."

The butler behind him was stunned.

Mother?

This girl was the daughter of the First Miss?

This …

Qiao Yuying pulled Gu Qingyao and ran to the back garden. As expected, she saw her parents leisurely drinking tea in the pavilion.

"Mom!"

Qiao Yuying shouted with a bit of grief and indignation.

The two elders who were drinking tea in the pavilion were shocked. They saw Qiao Yuying's eyes were red and there were traces of dried tears on her face. There was also a girl behind her.

Especially when this girl looked so similar to Qiao Yuying.

The two elders were stunned and didn't regain their senses for a long time.

Seeing her parents in this state, Qiao Yuying's heart sank again.

"You told me that the child died back then. It was lost when it was just born. Was it really lost? Why did you lie to me? Why? "

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