Rongcheng Second Prison.

Qin Zhengnan, holding Xiao Nuan's hand, stood at the gate of the prison. Both of them looked up at the solemn national emblem. Their faces were complex.

Qin Zhengnan's sword eyebrows twinkle slightly, his deep eyes twinkle slightly, and his deep pool-like eyes flow with an imperceptible depth. But on that quiet handsome face, there is still shallow hesitation and hesitation floating.

Xiao Wen, with his lips touched, glanced around at Zhengnan, Qin, and sighed with a deep sigh in his heart.

Is his biological father really here? At this moment, his heart must be surging in the dark.... If it were not for the sake of...