Suburban detention center.
Mo Yinan sat in the small car and waited quietly.
Lu Yicheng sat in the driver’s seat. He was not a noisy person, so he was relatively quiet.
At this moment, it was 4 or 5 pm. The Sun had already begun to set in Wencheng in early spring.
After waiting for about ten minutes.
A familiar car quickly rushed over.
A familiar man came down from the driver’s seat.
For a moment, Mo Yinan felt that Ye Chu was the only person in this world that she could trust other than her father. Now, she felt that she was still too naive.
In this world, other than her parents and her own family, who else could be trusted wholeheartedly.
She seemed to understand Qi Qing a little now. She understood why he could not believe her for so many years.
It was really hard to guess the human heart. She finally understood it at this moment.
She opened the car door and got out.
Ye Chu’s footsteps paused as he looked at Mo Yinan.
