Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Madam has already entered the emergency room.

"Dad, I miss you so much."

She hasn't seen her father for a long time.

Gently touching the cover of the account, the thick leather reminded her of her father's palm full of security.

Slowly putting her face on it, she recalled the last time she met her father.

Dad, what is the truth?

Tears slid down, wet cheeks and covers.

Yuan Chengjie, Sun's partner, the only two clues he knew were broken.

In addition, Huo Linyuan strictly restricted her contact with the outside world.

She had absolutely no idea what to do.

……

When Huo Linyuan came back that night, Cheng Zhi observed his expression, and carefully mentioned the prison visit to him.

"Are you willing to lose your smile?" Huo Linyuan sarcastically said.

After seeing Yuan Chengjie making a fuss in the office that day, she never showed any extra expressions to him when she came back.

The smile on Cheng Zhi's lips froze, she lowered her eyelashes and said nothing.

In her opinion, most of the Yuan family's success today should be attributed to him.

Although the process is different, the result is similar.

——Yuan Xiaoxiao, who was emotionally hurt and ended up being neither human nor ghost, Mrs. Yuan who died innocently, and Yuan Chengjie who was devastated.

How similar is the situation of each member of the Yuan family to theirs?

She didn't know how to face him, but she had no choice but to beg him to let her go to see her father.

Watching the tragedy of the Yuan family, she was eager to obtain new strength from her father.

Otherwise, she really couldn't hold it anymore.

"Linyuan, I've been very obedient recently, just let me meet daddy, okay?" Cheng Zhi spoke with the pain in his heart.

Huo Linyuan looked at her haggard face in the past two days, and felt agitated.

A mere Yuan family has such a big influence on her?

"Xiao Song will come back in two days, let him take you there." He looked away, pushed her away and went straight to take a shower.

Cheng Zhi immediately went back to her room, feeling a little bit of joy in her heart that was riddled with holes.

Huo Linyuan didn't ask her to go upstairs that night.

She was lying on the bed alone, and finally fell asleep before twelve o'clock.

A dream, but not a good dream.

——A world of ice and snow, large swathes of dark red blood, father's pale, pale face full of lifeless anger...

Cheng Zhi wrinkled his face, clutching the corner of the quilt and kept shaking his head, calling "No", his forehead was covered with sweat.

There was no moonlight by the window, and the room was pitch black.

In the air, the terrified panting became more and more rapid

suddenly.

"what!"

Cheng Zhi immediately sat up, hugging the quilt, trembling all over.

The cry sounded at the same moment, piercing the quiet night, releasing countless pain and despair.

"Crack", the headlights were turned on.

Aunt Zhao put on her clothes and hurried to the bed.

"Miss Cheng, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Touching the sweat and tears on her hands, she became even more anxious and was about to go upstairs to call someone.

But before turning around, he heard swift footsteps getting closer.

"What happened?" Huo Linyuan strode in, pushed Aunt Zhao away, and pulled Cheng Zhi into his arms.

Cheng Zhi was not fully awake yet, and her father's dead body was still in front of her eyes, shaking her head and crying "No".

Huo Linyuan frowned, reached out and patted the side of her face, "Cheng Zhi, look at me."

The sweet and painful voices made Cheng Zhi's scattered eyes gradually gather together.

She suddenly grabbed him hard, her face full of panic, "I want to see my father! Please let me see my father now!"

She is afraid.

Afraid that something really happened to her father, she entrusted the dream to her.

Huo Linyuan frowned, watching her without any response.