Madam Zhao's eyes brimmed with tears as she looked at him, "My son, you're finally back! Hurry, think of a way to get your father and me out of here!"
Even with the evidence irrefutable, Madam Zhao was still living in a dream.
Mr. Cheng's cheeks trembled excitedly, his wrinkled eyes shining with an eager light, as if he had seen a lifeline.
"Mo, Dad has missed you so much!" Mr. Cheng was on the phone with him, his voice choking up again and again.
In response to their excitement, Cheng Mo could only reply with a faint voice, "Hmm..."
Mr. Cheng, caught up in his excitement, did not notice his son's indifferent expression and, gnashing his teeth in hatred, he complained to him, "My son, do you know why I have fallen to such a state? It's all thanks to that dead girl Cheng Youyou, my son must take revenge for your father!"
Mr. Cheng told him the overall situation.
