Mr. Ji sat in a wheelchair while Ji Rui sat on the sofa next to him, both silently watching the people in the bedroom turn it inside out.
"How is Baobao now?" Mr. Ji finally couldn't hold back and broke the one-hour stalemate between father and son.
"He's fine for now." Ji Rui's tone was a bit cold, his gaze following the searchers around the room.
"Ah Ru..." Mr. Ji's face was filled with pleading.
Ji Rui was in no mood or patience to listen to his explanation, "Okay, you don't need to say anything, we'll talk when everything comes to light."
Until he was cleared of suspicion, Ji Rui had no intention of having a good chat with him.
Time ticked away, and compared to Ji Rui and Mr. Ji maintaining a motionless posture like statues, several plainclothes officers and Doctor Dong were busy from the moment they entered.
