"Dad, wake up..."
Yin Mo's sorrowful cry came from the left rear, and Li Qiao wanted to turn back, but Shang Yu pressed her head into his embrace, the man out of control, devoid of reason.
He was paranoid and tyrannical, refusing to let Li Qiao come into contact with anyone.
Li Qiao couldn't resist him, and within a few seconds, she gave up struggling.
Meanwhile, as Xiao Hongdao was handcuffed by the Special Police Force, he faintly looked at Li Qiao, his gaze complex and obscure.
"Dad..." Yin Mo was still calling out for Yin Zhihong, having suffered successive shocks, she cried uncontrollably. Even if Yin Zhihong was in the wrong, he was still her father.
At this moment, Li Qiao was held in a man's arms, her voice muffled, "Second brother, mourn for him, take him away."
He Chen suddenly raised an eyebrow, vaguely detecting something unusual.
