Although she was very angry that her father didn't take her away, once the anger passed, she was no longer mad.
The police station is such a cold and unfeeling place; she couldn't let her father continue staying there.
Lu Huai'an was not without words, but all language was choked in his throat, as if someone were gripping his neck, making even breathing difficult.
The pain in his heart was severe, like being pricked by needles.
The hand that was hovering in mid-air stiffly retracted as he walked to the entrance to grab a pair of slippers, then half-squatted by the stairs.
"Put on your shoes first, I'll go with you."
Lin Chu's smile became more apparent, but the pallor of her brow and eyes did not diminish in the slightest because of it, "Are there any media reporters here? Who are you putting on a show for?"
Her father's remains had been reported and stored for three days, and no one came to claim them.
