"Chief Xu, is there anything else?" Wang Hao turned back to look at Xu Bow Wen and asked.
Xu Bow Wen contemplated for a moment before saying, "Wang Hao, Jing Jing's current mental state isn't very good. If you have time, please spend more time with her, can you?"
By the end, his tone had turned into a plea.
At this moment, he was no longer the aloof top police chief of Donghua City. Instead, he was a father, a father who wanted to make amends to his daughter.
Wang Hao nodded firmly and said, "Yeah, I will!"
Xu Bow Wen saw that Wang Hao had agreed and gave him a slight smile, saying, "Thank you!"
Seeing this scene, an image of his father's smiling face immediately surfaced in Wang Hao's mind.
After ten years, the memory of his father's face had gradually become blurry. However, that kind and amiable smile remained immutable through time.
Thinking of these things, a hint of barely noticeable icy killing intent emerged in Wang Hao's profound eyes.
