After all, the water was just too cold.
Zhou Xing felt as though his body had plunged into an ice cellar. Despite being a tough northerner and wearing a military coat, he still couldn't fend off the bone-chilling cold.
Moreover, he was worried that his subordinates would really freeze into illness.
And Gu Tianfeng, being the person involved, had many questions to be asked of him.
So, without saying much, he followed and got into Luo Fan's car.
The car was imported, and to their surprise, even had a heater inside.
At that moment, the two men felt as if they had come back to life.
Gu Qiaoqiao looked down at her unconscious father, Gu Tianfeng, as her tears dripped down steadily; the others maintained their silence.
And who could know that this nightmare, once thought to be suppressed, had now resurfaced in Gu Qiaoqiao's heart.
Hatred was spreading quietly.
Who exactly was it that harmed her father in such a way?
