After hanging up the phone, Qiao Mo felt somewhat dazed.
She slowly put down the phone, sat on the chair, and didn't recover for quite a while.
"Xiao Mo." A trace of concern flashed in Fu Nancheng's eyes, and he spoke softly, placing his large hand on her shoulder.
Qiao Mo's dull eyes gradually moved. After her eyelashes trembled slightly, she looked up at him, "My dad... my dad was injured in prison."
Fu Nancheng furrowed his brows, speaking in a low voice, "I'll take you to see him."
"Alright..." Qiao Mo finally snapped out of it, hurriedly dressed, and left with him.
The car drove for about an hour before finally stopping at the prison gates.
Because he had already inquired along the way, once they got out of the car, Qiao Mo went directly with him to the prison's medical room.
Throughout the journey, Qiao Mo was frantic, her eyes red, clutching his large hand tightly, her heart trembling.
Soon, two prison guards walked up to them.
