One hand covered her cheek, while the other slowly let go of the corner of Ling Anxun's shirt.
"I'm saying this one last time," Cao Daqiang said through gritted teeth, "get in the car quietly."
He grabbed his daughter's arm, his grip tight.
Though he was speaking to her, his eyes swept over the surrounding crowd.
This time, Cao Jiajia didn't dare to make another scene. With her head lowered, she followed him, her steps slow and halting.
Just before she left, she couldn't resist looking back at Ling Anxun one last time, her eyes filled with reluctance to leave.
Shanshan clutched her father's hand tightly, her gaze fixed on Cao Daqiang.
She stared at Cao Daqiang's back without blinking.
The black qi behind the man grew thicker and thicker, almost to the point of solidifying.
Outside the alley, the old car issued to Cao Daqiang by his work unit was parked by the roadside.
The car's paint was peeling, and a crack ran through the right headlight cover.
