Chapter 170
Five minutes ago.
The fire escape on the 11th floor of the Dawn Company's senior staff apartment building.
Panting, Lao Zhang leaned against the wall and looked down at his phone screen.
A message sent by his wife five minutes ago: [Our daughter is asking when you'll be back. She says she wants to wait for you.]
The corners of his mouth curled up, and his thumb tapped the screen a few times:
[Soon, an hour at most. Let her sleep first, I'll take her to the amusement park tomorrow.]
After sending the message, just as he was about to put the phone back into his pocket, the screen lit up again.
A picture.
His daughter was lying on the sofa, her eyelids already drooping, but still stubbornly keeping her eyes open, staring in the direction of the door.