Old Man Qiao listened to Qiao Chuchu's words, thinking very seriously.
"I think Fu Ziqian is not that kind of person," Old Man Qiao said.
Fu Ziqian grew up under his watch. He had confidence in Fu Ziqian.
Qiao Chuchu smiled: "Grandpa, you're already this old, how can you still be so naive? You think you saw Fu Ziqian grow up, so you believe in his character. But why don't you think about it? Back in the army, those comrades who followed you through life and death, you experienced life and death together, fought side by side, but among them, there were still traitors, spies... You can know a person's face but not their heart, and people change."
Qiao Chuchu's words left Old Man Qiao unable to refute.
He felt that Qiao Chuchu's words made some sense.
"You said yourself that people change. Even if you marry another man, he might change his heart," Old Man Qiao said, feeling a bit down.
Old people tend to worry about these things.
