Su Mingyuan listened to Qi Han's words, frowned, and glanced at him coldly.

Qi Han shrunk his neck and stuck out his tongue in his heart, regretting that he had said too much, and he dared to say anything he was not sure about.

Qiao Yue drove the car, ran all the way, ran several red lights, and at the last intersection, because she was too anxious, she almost collided with a muck truck, but fortunately, she hit the steering wheel in time and narrowly avoided a section.

The driver of the muck truck turned white with fright, stopped the car, peeked out the window, and wanted to curse, but when he saw that the black sedan had already gone away, he had to give up, glad in his heart that he hadn't crashed.

Qiao Yue completely disregarded her own safety, her mind was full of her father, and she couldn't wait to fly to the prison to see her father immediately.

Before the cotton clothes she bought for her father could be given to him, why did he leave suddenly?

Qiao Yue's tears couldn't stop flowing down, but she didn't bother to wipe them, she just silently said in her heart over and over again: Dad, don't leave me, don't leave me.

It was supposed to take an hour and a half to drive, but Qiao Yue was stunned to drive it in forty minutes, which is simply impossible under normal times.

"I'm Qiao Weimin's daughter." Qiao Yue rushed into the reception of the prison, looked at the staff sitting inside, and said in a trembling voice.

The staff didn't say anything, just took out some materials and asked Qiao Yue to sign them.

Because she had to sign every time she came to visit the prison, she signed her name on it without asking, only this time she signed her name much more than usual.

"How's my father, where is she?" After Qiao Yue finished signing, she asked in a trembling voice, her eyes were already red, and she couldn't hold back tears so that they didn't slip down her eyes. bar

"I've been pulled to the funeral home." The staff said coldly, and there was no emotion in his tone, as if he was talking about something very ordinary and ordinary.

Yes, this is a prison, maybe people die every day, it's not uncommon for people to die, they may have been used to it for a long time.

"Funeral home?" Qiao Yue's tears fell, and her father went to the funeral home, which meant that her father was really dead, and she had no relatives in this world.

The man in charge of receiving Qiao Yue and assisting her in handling things was a man in his thirties, seeing Qiao Yue like this, it seemed to arouse sympathy in his heart, and he actually opened his mouth to comfort her for the first time.

"Don't be too sad, your father has reached the terminal stage of lung cancer, and every day is very painful, maybe this is a relief for him." The prison staff comforted.

"My father has lung cancer?" Qiao Yue asked in surprise, obviously she didn't know anything about this.

"Yes, don't you know, he was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer during a routine physical examination two months ago, and there is no cure." Said the staff.

Qiao Yue remembered that when he came to see his father a few days ago, he kept coughing, and his whole person was so thin that only skin and bones remained, and there was no blood on his face at all.

and the last glance he saw her when he was leaving, it turned out that he had known that it was a farewell, so he had such eyes, so reluctant and nostalgic.

Why don't you tell her, why?

Qiao Yue covered her face with her hands, and suddenly began to cry, she couldn't control the grief in her heart anymore, and couldn't help crying bitterly.