The guard smirked faintly, "You'll be there soon."
The guard's attitude was no longer as respectful as it had been earlier; instead, it appeared somewhat... disdainful.
Unsure whether it was her imagination, Lai Qinghuan merely snorted coldly and didn't argue with the guard. She turned and went back into the visitation room.
Less than five minutes later, Lai Zhenxiong was escorted into the room by two prison guards, one on each side.
At this moment, his face was covered in blood, and he could no longer stand on his own.
He had to rely on the guards' support to barely stay upright. Through the glass partition, he struggled to open his eyes, his lips trembling slightly, mumbling something unintelligible.
Hen Meixin and Lai Qinghuan were shocked to the point of disbelief by the sight before them!
Both rushed forward in panic, banging on the glass, "Dad!"
"Zhenxiong, what happened to you? Zhenxiong! Who did this? Who was it?!"