The Chen Family meddled in the middle, and they didn't even get a chance to go to trial—just a direct verdict. It was obvious Tong Minghai wasn't going to have any good days in prison.
Su Lan kept crying. Tong Ran patted her back to comfort her. In fact, her own heart was bitter beyond words, but she was afraid Su Lan would be even sadder, so she didn't show it.
No matter what, who would ever hope for their own father to spend his whole life in prison?
She reached out to wipe away her tears and supported Su Lan as they walked out.
At the courthouse entrance, an orange sports car was parked. Mo Nanjue was leaning lazily against the car door, a pale pink shirt setting off his refined features. A judge beside him was politely saying something to him, but the man just smoked in silence.
Tong Ran's chest tightened. Her fingers clenched around the notice. She knew Mo Nanjue was here because of her dad too.
He had said he would make sure Tong Minghai rotted in that cell for life.
