Mo Shengli had escaped through the window and the police downstairs immediately chased after him.
But he walked shrewdly into the crowd. In order not to cause panic, they could only let Mo Shengli go.
When Mo Jinrong arrived, Mo Shengli was long gone.
"Uncle Mo, don't arrest my father! You're a baddie!"
Jiajia cried and beat her little fists against Mo Jinrong.
"Jiajia! What did your father say to you?" Mo Jinrong knelt down and asked softly.
"You're a baddie, I don't want to tell you. Jiajia only has one father. If you take him away, Jiajia won't have a father anymore. I don't want to be an orphan."
Jiajia started to cry as she spoke.
Mo Jinrong felt that she was a pitiful child and didn't ask further.
"Boss Mo, the butler has been sent to the hospital. He was just knocked out. What should we do next?" the security guard asked him.
Mo Jinrong walked to the window and saw that there was no one under the makeshift rope.
