"Yes, I saw your dad." Lin Fan noticed the rosy palm print on one side of Cao Qing's face, slightly surprised by it. Had she just been hurt?
Cao Qing asked urgently, "Where is my dad, where is he?"
To her, her only relative was her father.
Thinking of Cao Yan's death, Lin Fan sighed, silently stroked her head, and did not speak.
Cao Qing's expression was one of deep loss, she knew the truth but couldn't bring herself to believe it. Deep down, there was always that glimmer of hope, her fervent wish that her father was still alive.
"Your dad asked me to take you away. Would you like to come with me?" Lin Fan asked softly.
"I would." Cao Qing nodded her head.
Lin Fan smiled, taking Cao Qing's hand, "Then let's go."
He didn't say much to the group around him. Upon entering, he felt the oppressive atmosphere here, incomparable to the Sunshine District, where everyone was positive and proactive.
From the eyes of these people, he saw ferocity and even more so, indifference.