Xu Yuanyuan was about thirteen or fourteen years old this year.
She wasn't very old or remarkably beautiful, but she had a quiet demeanor, shy like a frail little rabbit.
When she was brought over, she was still carrying a crude and old single-strap backpack...
Regarding her father's arrest, she didn't show any particular surprise, only when she heard that her father's last wish before he turned himself in and was taken into custody was to see her, his daughter, did she couldn't help but sigh softly.
Despite her young age, she was already filled with worries.
Clearly, she probably knew about her father killing her mother.
She might even find it somewhat unacceptable.
Xu Hongliang was detained in a single room with a window.
His expression was somber, his mood low, but as soon as he saw Xu Yuanyuan enter, his eyes instantly lit up.
He grabbed his daughter's hand and wouldn't let go.
