After a few months, this was Chiang Qing's first time standing on the street. No, it had been more than a year, or even longer?
Since she was locked up in the mental institution, she hadn't stood on the street. Even after getting out, she was just confined to the manor by that old bastard.
But now, she smelled the air of freedom.
Yes, freedom, it turned out to be so precious.
"Miss Chiang, it's time to get in the car!"
Someone urged her from behind. Chiang Qing's face darkened — even though she was out, the old bastard still sent people to follow her, claiming to protect her, but in reality?
Chiang Qing sneered, got back into the car without a word.
Prison.
Jiang Conghe was surprised when he heard that someone was visiting. Who would come to visit him?
When he arrived at the visitation room and saw the visitor, Jiang Conghe's eyes suddenly widened, and he pounced over: "Qingqing, why, why are you here? Who brought you out? Are you all better?"
