The sharpness of Chiang Qing still made Jiang Dafang feel a chill. After much thought, he decided to reflect this situation to Ning Ge. Ning Ge’s coldness and ruthlessness made Jiang Dafang shiver inwardly.
Instruct the people at the hospital to increase her medication dose, to prevent it from never being cured.
Is it that it cannot be cured, or is it that she’s not crazy enough?
A trace of reluctance flashed through Jiang Dafang’s heart. It was as if Ning Ge could see through his thoughts, and he calmly said, "Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself."
Indeed, sending Chiang Qing to the mental institution, he was the executor. If Chiang Qing truly walked out of the institution perfectly fine, then might she not attack him in return?
Although right now, he wasn’t necessarily afraid of her, it was better to avoid trouble if possible, to prevent the trouble from clinging on later, leaving him unable to shake it off.
Jiang Dafang still made a call to the hospital, and then thought of Jiang Conghe, that man who abandoned his wife and children. His eyes turned cold as he turned and made his way to the prison.
Jiang Conghe, resembling one who mourns his deceased parents these days, turned fully grey in just a few months. His originally sparse hair now had only a few strands clinging to his smooth forehead.
He nearly scratched his scalp raw, unable to comprehend how he went from a lofty Commander to a prisoner in the dust.
And these few months, trapped here, he found no way to escape, all connections he once had turned into jokes one by one.
Dafang, his son, didn’t visit even once, not until now.
When Jiang Conghe saw Jiang Dafang, and saw that faint smile on his lips, he couldn’t help but narrow his eyes, sensing something but not daring to believe it.


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