Li Guangming had his cheek wound simply treated at the hospital, applied some ointment, and then took a flight back to the capital.
By the time he returned to the capital, it was a little after four in the afternoon.
After getting off the plane, he went straight to the detention center.
There he saw his father, Li Ruinian.
Li Ruinian's face was worn and tired, and he looked twenty years older than before.
Given the massive quantity of drugs he trafficked, escaping the death penalty was out of the question.
The immense stress had turned his hair white overnight.
"Dad." Li Guangming was on the verge of tears upon seeing his father in this state.
"What happened to your face, who hit you?" Li Ruinian frowned and asked.
"Dad, never mind about me, how about you?" Li Guangming inquired.