"Mo Yan." Luo Tao called out to the girl who was hugging her knees and curled up in the corner of the detention center.
Hearing the familiar voice, Mo Yan slowly raised her head. The moment she saw Luo Tao, she thought she was hallucinating.
Actually, Mo Yan had only stayed in the detention center for one night. The environment of the detention center was not that bad. The reason why Mo Yan looked so haggard was not because of external conditions, but because of the uneasiness in her heart. She was afraid. She did not know what other methods Chen Ya would think of to frame her, and she also did not know how much evidence Chen Ya would create.
The lock on the door was opened, and Luo Tao walked over to pick her up. It was not until she touched Luo Tao's body and felt his temperature that Mo Yan's tensed nerves relaxed. She could no longer control her tears and buried her head deep into Luo Tao's chest, trembling and crying silently.
