The man turned around and smiled at her. "Hello," he said.
Wen Qiao stood rooted to the ground. Everything felt like a dream.
Are you Fu Nanli's father? "
"I am." He had a warm smile on his face and looked like a warm and kind person.
Wen Qiao frowned. you really didn't die.
Fu xianyuan didn't say anything and avoided her gaze.
Wen Qiao gritted her teeth and said,'since he's not dead, why didn't he return after so many years? Do you know how much Fu Nanli misses you? Because of your death, did he suffer a great mental trauma?"
"I'm sorry, I have no choice."
"What kind of circumstances made you abandon your wife and son?"
Suddenly, Si Yu shouted, " "Wen Qiao, be careful."
From the side of the stage, more than a dozen people suddenly rushed out, each of them holding a wooden stick in their hands.
Wen Qiao's expression darkened. Could it be that Fu Nanli's father was the bait?
How did this happen?
Who was he working for now?
She didn't have time to think about it, and a fierce battle was about to start.
The door of this studio was locked, and there was a party going on at the recording studio next door. It was unusually lively and noisy, and no one could hear the fighting sounds in the venue.
At the entrance of the broadcasting station, Fu Nanli alighted from the Rolls-Royce, and Qin bei held an umbrella over him. Even so, snowflakes still fell on his shoulders.
young master, miss Wen and the others are in recording studio T2.
"Yes."
The station head personally led the higher-ups to welcome Fu Nanli and sent him off to recording studio T2 in a grandiose manner. However, Wen Qiao and Si Yu were nowhere to be seen at the scene.
"Where are they?"
The staff member was immediately called over and said, " "He went to the washroom just now. He should be back soon."
"How long have you been gone?"
"Five minutes,"
Fu Nanli sat by the side and waited for Wen Qiao. After waiting for another ten minutes, he felt that something was amiss, so he got up and walked out.
There were two washrooms on each floor. The station head sent two female staff members into the washrooms, but they didn't see Wen Qiao and Si Yu.
Fu Nanli's expression darkened. Could it be that he would be in danger at the broadcasting station?
That Ling ning had already been executed, so she shouldn't have any other enemies.
Fu Nanli didn't dare to dawdle and immediately headed to the surveillance room, where he discovered a familiar figure.
Wen Qiao followed the familiar figure to an empty studio on the fourth floor.
"Head over immediately."
The group of people ran to the studio on the fourth floor, and there was a loud Noise Next Door.
Fu Nanli took a look and saw that there was a lock on it. "Open the door immediately."
The station head quickly got someone to bring the key over.
He saw Wen Qiao sitting on the ground, her hands covered in blood. In front of her, a man was lying there, not moving.
Si Yu was also seriously injured and the scene was in chaos.
Fu Nanli strode over and hugged Wen Qiao. "I'm fine now."
Wen Qiao's voice was hoarse,"I'm crying, I'm crying!"
He couldn't say a word.
Suddenly, Qin bei's voice was heard,"young master, it's him! It's him! It's him!"
Fu Nanli turned back to look at the man lying on the ground, his face instantly turning pale. That was his father, his father.
How did this happen?
Why was he here?
And what exactly happened between him and Qiao 'er?
"Send him to the hospital."
After saying that, he helped Wen Qiao up. Wen Qiao's eyes were unfocused, and her hostility remained.
Qin bei and song an lifted Fu xianyuan up. Qin bei's expression was serious. Sir seemed to be seriously injured.