Zeng Guangming gave a slight nod, his voice steady and powerful, "I am here to pick up my daughter."
The police officer was taken aback and remembered it was Lu Nianxin.
From the other side, another older police officer approached and instructed the younger one, "Well, don't just stand there, go."
However, Zeng Guangming waved his hand, refusing all offers of assistance with a gesture. "No need, I'll see her myself." His gaze was firm, as if he had more important considerations in mind.
At the end of the hallway, the gloomy light from the detention cell cast a lonely shadow.
Zeng Guangming pushed open the door, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in the silence.
Lu Nianxin, hearing the noise, lifted her head and, upon seeing her father, the craftiness and stubbornness in her eyes instantly turned to grievance. Tears found their release, silently falling, her joy hidden beneath them.
