More than half an hour passed before the car finally stopped slowly in front of North City Prison.
Fu Nancheng didn't get off, and Qiao Mo certainly wouldn't speak first.
Watching her back, Fu Nancheng made a phone call.
"How's the investigation on Qiao Dehou going?"
"We've found some clues; initially, it seems the coroner isn't clean, and we're gathering evidence."
…
Shortly after Qiao Mo walked into the prison, Han Zirui came up to her.
"Lawyer Han, how is my father? Is he badly hurt?"
Scrutinizing Qiao Mo, he said solemnly, "The injuries are okay, nothing serious."
Qiao Mo nodded, still quickening her pace.
She couldn't quite feel at ease until she saw Qiao Dehou.
"But the problem is, this fight seems to be instigated by your father, which might not be favorable for the sentencing."
They were led by the prison guards to a room.
Soon, two guards escorted a bulky man inside.
