It was almost time for visiting hours in the cold prison to end when Mo Liang received his first visitor. He hoped it was his lawyer. But it was not. It was Mo Xia, his fourteen year old nephew.
Mo Liang cursed in his heart because this was the most the most useless visitor ever. Who had sent the boy over and for what purpose?
His eyes roamed around the visiting room which had eight more people, two prisoners, two visitors and four guards. He confirmed for himself that Mo Xia had not come with anyone.
He sat down, and placed his chained hands on the table. "What are you doing here?"
Mo Xia pinched his fingers nervously and leaned forward to whisper. "Grandpa sent me. He wanted me to ask you if you have any money hidden away. Mo Wenbin stole all the money we collected as a family and run off."
