Dong Jing's mother, after a night of interrogation, deeply regretted the mistakes she made in her impulsiveness. She didn't want to go to jail, nor did she want her daughter to go to jail. "I know."
Yu Jingchen gave the old woman a warning look. "Your daughter's outcome depends on your attitude."
"I know."
Dong Jing's mother got out of the car, walked through the crowd, and shouted towards her daughter. "Dong Jing, they've let me go!"
"Really?"
"Really." Dong Jing's mother cried. "Don't do anything rash, quickly let the child go!"
Dong Jing shouted angrily. "Mom, have you gone senile? If I let the child go now, they'll definitely arrest me."
"Then what will you do? Are you going to keep holding onto the child forever? Look, the child seems very thirsty, his lips have turned white!" Dong Jing's mother said worriedly. This was the Yu Family's little prince, if anything truly happened to him, her own life would be done for.
