In fact, there was no need for her to be afraid and dodge, because there was still a thick layer of barbed wire between her and Luo Ting, and she would never touch her at all.

As the alarm bell rang, two other male prison guards also rushed in with batons, and pressed Luo Ting to the ground in three strokes.

Qiao Yue glanced coldly at Luo Ting, who was still dying and struggling on the ground, screaming, turned around neatly and left the detention center.

She has successfully defeated Luo Ting, her goal has been achieved, and there is no need to stay here any longer.

Qiao Yue knew that Su Mingyuan was Luo Ting's belief and dream since she was a girl, and she had always dreamed of being with him one day, so she hated her so much.

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The last thing she wanted to see, the thing she had been trying to stop, even did not hesitate to drag down the family business and finally went to jail, but in the end it failed.

Faith collapsed, shouldn't she collapse in despair?

Qiao Yue walked out of the detention center, her face tense, and she couldn't see a trace of happiness.

She defeated Luo Ting and broke her mental defense, but there was nothing to be happy about, because she lost her mother, her family, and her heart full of expectations for happiness.

Qiao Yue put on her sunglasses and walked towards the car.

She opened the door and sat inside, but instead of starting the car, she sat there blankly, looking ahead with dry eyes.

She was just in front of Luo Ting, pretending not to be affected by her words, but in fact, she was indeed affected.

That's right, she should feel blame, because all misfortunes start from her, and without her, there would not have been so many tragedies, and her mother would not have died. 90 Literature Network

Thinking of the look when her mother jumped down from the stairs and looked back at herself, the reluctant and guilty eyes, her heart almost spasmed.

But even though she was so sad, she couldn't cry, she didn't have any tears at all, but her eyes were uncomfortably dry.

Qiao Yue had been sitting in the car, and it took about ten minutes before she came back to her senses, started the car mechanically, and left the detention center.

It was only half past three in the afternoon, and Qiao Yue, who left the detention center, did not go back to the valley villa, but went to the nearby prison where her father was.

The prison is not far from the detention center, and Qiao Yue suddenly decided to see her father.

I don't know what's going on, but she suddenly misses her father very much and wants to see him.

The car was speeding all the way, and Qiao Yue drove the car without distraction, and did not stop until the prison gate.

Seeing Qiao Yuelai, Qiao's father was very surprised, because it was really late for the visit.

Qiao Yue saw her father trembling out of the small door next to her, and her eyes, which had been dry, suddenly turned red.

"What's the matter, how did you remember to come to see me now, is there something wrong?" Qiao's father looked at Qiao Yue with some concern, and his words were accompanied by a few coughs.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Where is it uncomfortable? Qiao Yue didn't answer her father's words, but looked her father up and down.

She found that her father was much thinner than the last time she saw him, and the whole person looked like he was only a layer of skin and bones, his face was white and blue, and he had coughed four or five times in a short period of time since he appeared.

"Dad is fine, it's just that he has cooled down recently, and he has a cold, so it's not in the way." Father Qiao waved his hand and said, after speaking, he coughed again.