"Dad, are you really okay, it looks like you have a bad cough, have you taken any medicine?" Qiao Yue was still a little worried about her father's body, her brows couldn't help frowning, and she temporarily forgot the depression in her heart.

"It's really fine, there's medicine in the prison, don't worry." Father Qiao waved his hand and said with a smile, but the smile looked very pale and weak.

"It's been cold lately, you wear more clothes, and I'll send you a few more sets of thick clothes when I go back." Qiao Yue glanced at her father's slightly thin clothes and said softly.

"You don't have to send it, I haven't worn some of the ones you sent last time, there are still cotton clothes in prison, there are enough clothes to wear, don't buy them again, I can't wear them and waste them." Father Qiao said slowly, and after saying so many words, his breath was a little panting.

Qiao Yue knew that her father had always been very thrifty, and he was reluctant to lose a piece of clothing that had been worn for several years, some of which had faded, and leather shoes had been worn for several years.

Although her father has doted on her since she was a child, giving her the best food and clothing, he often teaches her not to be extravagant and wasteful, so that she can develop a good habit of frugality.

Although Qiao Yue's living environment has been very advantageous since she was a child, she has never wasted too much luxury under the influence of her father.

So when she first learned that her father was being investigated for corruption, she didn't believe that this father, who was almost extremely harsh on herself, would embezzle and accept so much bribes.

Qiao Yue didn't say anything more, but she also made up her mind that she would send two more cotton clothes to her father in a few days.

"Have you been doing well at work lately, if you're busy, you don't have to come to see me often, I'm fine." Qiao's father looked at Qiao Yue lovingly, his eyes were full of a father's love and care for his daughter.

"I'm doing a good job, you don't have to worry, I'm not busy at work, I want you to come and have a look, it's not far away anyway, and I don't have anything to do on the weekend." Qiao Yue said with a smile. Standby station

She wants to comfort her father, unlike worrying about her father, even if she is not doing well and her work is not going well, she will not be able to confide in her father half a word, she has been reporting good news and not bad news since she was a child.

"By the way, it's only Thursday today, why didn't you come here on the weekend and didn't go to work?" Father Qiao suddenly remembered that today was not the weekend, and asked with some doubts.

Qiao Yue came suddenly, and she came to see him when she was supposed to work, so Qiao's father had a faint bad premonition in his heart.

"If you have something to tell me, tell your dad if you have anything, otherwise your dad will be worried." Qiao's father leaned forward slightly, his eyes full of worry about his daughter.

Qiao Yue saw the worry on her father's face, she smiled slightly and didn't speak immediately.

Because she couldn't control her emotions a little, she was afraid that as soon as she opened her mouth, tears would flow uncontrollably.

"Say, is there something to hide from Dad?" Seeing that his daughter didn't speak, Qiao's father couldn't help but ask again, and because of his excitement, he couldn't help coughing violently.

Hearing her father's violent cough, Qiao Yue hurriedly looked at her father and said, "Dad, don't get excited, your body is important." ”

Qiao's father coughed for a while before he calmed down, and looked at his daughter, as if his face was a little more tired than just now.

"It's okay, it's okay." Qiao's father covered his chest and whispered, then raised his head and looked at Qiao Yue with that very worried and melancholy gaze.