Listening to Fu Nuan's mention of the car accident, Lin Rong's face changed drastically, and she lowered her head with a guilty conscience, and suddenly became silent.
Sure enough, she really recovered her memory!
And now she is more difficult to pinch than before.
At this moment, Fu Zhao could also confirm that Fu Nuan would restore his memory.
He secretly calculated in his heart that he had to play his image of a loving father in front of Fu Nuan, which was even better than before!
He gave Lin Rong a stern look, and said sharply: "You give me enough! Nuan Nuan makes sense. Don't use that unbelievable thing to stimulate my daughter!"
Although Fu Zhao's attitude was very clear last time, Lin Rong still had a glimmer of hope, and today... it is completely disillusioned.
She couldn't bear it anymore and asked in a shrill voice—
"What do you mean? Sirou has called you your father for so many years. Isn't she your daughter?!"
For a person like Fu Zhao, he cares not so much for his daughter Fu Nuan as he cares about the reputation and interests of his Fu's enterprise!
"To shut up!"
In front of Fu Nuan, Fu Zhao raised his hand and slapped Lin Rong.
At this time, not only Lin Rong was stunned, but Fu Nuan's heart trembled.
It was the first time she saw her father like this.
Lin Rong was clutching her red and swollen cheeks, her eyes were red, and she stared at the man in disbelief. After a moment, she burst into tears and burst into tears.
"You... You hit me!"
"Look at the good daughter you taught, how capable she is, dare to kill anyone!"
"Fu Zhao, you..."
Fu Nuan was having a headache because of the quarrel between the two people. She bit her lip and yelled, "Enough!"
Unwilling to see the dispute anymore, she made an order to chase away guests with a cold face.
"I have already said what I should say. If you have anything to quarrel, go home and quarrel."
With that said, the woman rubbed her temples and turned upstairs, leaving only the gloomy Fu Zhao and the reluctantly crying Lin Rong.
…
On the way back to Fu's house, Fu Zhao remained silent, his face gloomy and terribly gloomy.
The air pressure in the car was so low that it was breathless. Under such a sense of oppression, Lin Rong thought about the daughter who was still waiting for her to save in the prison, and then couldn't help sobbing quietly.
"What's the use of crying? I knew today, why didn't you look good at her in the first place!"
He was upset because of Fu Nuan's recovery of his memory, and when he heard Lin Rong's cry, he became even more angry.
"I didn't know she would do such a thing! No... Sirou can't stay in it, she is spoiled and can't stand the life in it! You can save her, you have to save her!"
Hearing that, Fu Zhao's hostility has increased a lot, and he can almost hear his joints creaking.
"Save? How to save? You want me to lose the reputation of the entire Fu family?"
"In your eyes, reputation is more important than Sirou's life? Don't think I don't know, and ask yourself, how much of it is because of Fu Nuan that you are not willing to let go?"
Hearing this, Fu Zhao sneered: "Fu Siro is not my biological daughter, not to mention that she has to do something to harm Nuan Nuan."
Fu Zhao took out a cigarette from the cigarette case unhurriedly, lit it, and took a puff.
"I will naturally not keep anyone who damages the reputation of the Fu family."
Lin Rong's face was terrified, her hands trembling uncontrollably.
Is he warning her
To save her daughter, she must sacrifice her prosperity and the future of her son, and they will really have nothing at that time.
No, she can't choose this way!
Lin Rong squeezed her fist fiercely, and made up her mind now that she could only sorry for her daughter.
…
Fu Nuan was absent-minded all at noon, thinking that Lin Rong would still come to fight, which proved that Fu Siro still did not plead guilty and was still waiting for Lin Rong to save her.
In order to give an explanation to the injured as soon as possible, Fu Nuan decided to go to the police station in person to see Fu Sirou.
The problem will be solved sooner or later, and meeting... is also inevitable.
Thinking about this, she immediately changed her clothes and went to the police station.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the interview room.
A beam of light that is not strong is projected through a small window at a high place, and the whole room does not look too bright, which is depressing.
Fu Nuan sat in this room, her eyes darkened.
The four corners of the room are equipped with cameras, where all their conversations and behaviors will be clearly recorded.
About five minutes later, the door on the other side of the interview room squeaked.
She looked up and saw Fu Sirou dressed in an orange prison uniform with her hands bound by handcuffs. The clothes were still clean, but the mental state of her whole person was not very good, and she didn't look like a daughter at all.
Seeing the visitors, Fu Sirou was surprised at first, then sneered, and walked to sit down opposite Fu Nuan.
The two sat opposite each other, Fu Nuan's side was illuminated by the light that penetrated in, while Fu Sirou was in the shadows.
Light and darkness complement each other and oppose each other, but they are often only on the front line, relying solely on one's own choice.
After a while, Fu Sirou spoke quietly, her voice hoarse: "I didn't expect that you would come to see me."
There was an ironic smile on her face, and she had no intention of admitting mistakes and regrets.
She didn't realize that she was wrong, and the person who stood in the way of her wealth would have to die!
Even if she is locked in this dark place now, she still insists that it was her bad luck this time and failed to kill the woman in front of her!
Fu Nuan ignored Fu Siro's yin and yang, her expression was indifferent, and she folded her hands on the table.
"If I can, I don't want to come at all."
"Don't say that you are so noble, what are you doing now if you don't want to come? Don't you just want to see how miserable my fate is?"
Fu Siro laughed loudly and made no secret of his sarcasm, with an extremely arrogant attitude.
"You see it now, how do you feel? Are you very proud?"
Before coming here, Fu Nuan had already imagined how stubborn Fu Siro would be.
But when she really saw her with no regrets like this, there would inevitably be anger in her heart.
To hurt so many innocent people, just to vent their anger, like a snake!
From the loudspeaker at the top of the room, a serious reminder came from the police officer—
"Pay attention to your attitude and keep quiet!"
Hearing this, Fu Sirou squinted slightly at the horn and squinted.
She will be out from here soon, she just has to bear with her for a few more days.
At that time, these people who dominate in front of her will not end well!
When the interview room returned to tranquility, Fu Nuan took a deep breath, letting his emotions calm down, and then faintly said: "I have nothing to be proud of, but sorry for those innocent victims. Fu Siro, you are really selfish."
Fu Siro looked down at her hand, but within a few days, it was no longer as delicate and smooth as before. As for Fu Nuan's question, she didn't care at all, leaning casually on the back of her chair.
"Those people are injured, what does it have to do with me?"
Those people were injured because of Fu Nuan.
Listening to these words, Fu Nuan sighed heavily.
At this point, Fu Sirou still refused to plead guilty.
"If you have nothing else, I won't be with you."
When the words fell, Fu Siro got up and planned to leave.
"wait."
"Say quickly if you have something, don't delay my rest."
As if to prove her own words, the woman yawned lazily and stood opposite Fu Nuan, looking at her condescendingly.
Fu Nuan also stood up, their heights were almost the same, and the two of them were almost looking at each other.
"Why do you hate me so much?"