The man turned around and smiled at her: "Hello."

Wen Qiaoding was there, everything seemed like a dream.

"Are you Fu Nanli's father?"

"I am." He smiled warmly and looked like a warm and kind person.

Wen Qiao frowned: "You're really not dead."

Fu Xianyuan said nothing and avoided looking.

Wen Qiao gritted his teeth and said: "Since you are not dead, why haven't you come back for so many years? Do you know how much Fu Nanli misses you? Do you know how much mental trauma he suffered because of your death?"

"Sorry, I have my own reasons."

"What kind of last resort made you ignore your wife and son?"

Suddenly, Si Yu shouted: "Wen Qiao, be careful."

From the side curtain of the stage, a dozen people suddenly poured out, each holding a wooden stick in his hand.

Wen Qiao's face was gloomy. Could it be that Fu Nanli's father was a decoy?

how so?

Who is he working for now?

She was not allowed to think too much, a fierce battle was about to break out.

The door of this studio was locked, and there was a party going on at the recording site next door. It was extremely lively and crowded, and no one could hear the sound of fighting in the venue.

At the gate of the TV station, Fu Nanli got off the Rolls-Royce. Qin Bei held an umbrella for him, but snowflakes still fell on his shoulders.

"Master, Miss Wen and the others are in the T2 recording hall."

"Um."

The director of the TV station personally led the senior management to greet him and sent Fu Nanli to the T2 recording hall. However, Wen Qiao and Si Yu were not seen at the scene.

"Where are they?"

The staff member was immediately called over and said, "I just went to the bathroom and should be back soon."

"How long have you been there?"

"Five minutes."

Fu Nanli sat aside and waited for Wen Qiao. After waiting for another ten minutes, he felt something was not right, so he got up and walked out.

There are two bathrooms on one floor. The station director sent two female staff members into the bathroom, but neither Wen Qiao nor Si Yu were seen.

Fu Nanli's face suddenly darkened. Is there still danger in the TV station?

That Ling Ning is already dead, so she probably has no other enemies.

Fu Nanli did not dare to neglect, and immediately went to the monitoring room and found a familiar figure.

Wen Qiao followed the familiar figure to an empty studio on the fourth floor.

"Go there immediately."

A group of people rushed to the photo studio on the fourth floor, and there was a loud noise next door.

Fu Nanli took a look and saw a lock on it: "Open the door immediately."

The director asked someone to quickly get the key, and when the door opened.

She saw Wen Qiao sitting on the ground, her hands covered with blood again, and in front of her, a man was lying there, motionless.

Si Yu was also seriously injured, and the scene was chaotic.

Fu Nanli walked over and hugged Wen Qiao: "It's okay."

Wen Qiao's voice became hoarse: "I...I..."

Can't say a word.

Qin Bei's voice suddenly came: "Young Master...he...he is..."

Fu Nanli looked back at the man lying on the ground, his face suddenly turned pale. That was his father, that was his father.

how so?

Why is he here?

What happened to Qiaoer and him?

"Send him to the hospital."

After saying that, he helped Wen Qiao up. Wen Qiao's eyes were distracted and his anger remained.

Qin Bei and Song An lifted Fu Xianyuan up. Qin Bei's face was solemn, and the husband seemed... seriously injured.

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