She cannot be without a father.

By the time Ji Ziming's car parked outside the police station, the superintendent was already at the door, waiting for them, and this police officer hurried over at this moment. "Sir, you're here!"

The man, dressed in a Giorgio Armani suit with matching white shirt and dark-gray checkered tie, which highlighted his tall frame, opened the car door. The coldness in his eyes had the superintendent breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Sir, you could've called us for matters like this and didn't have to come over in person." The police officer turned to wipe the sweat off his face before facing forward, just in time to see a woman alighting from the man's car.

"This must be your wife." He walked over to the woman's side in hopes of recovering his wits. "Hello, ma'am; my name is Zhao Jingcheng, and I'm this precinct's superintendent."