They watched helplessly as Lin Mo entered the police station; now they had no idea about his condition, whether he would be subjected to torture, whether he might be in any danger, or if he could even walk out of the police station…
No one knew the answers to these questions, and nobody dared to guarantee anything.
Lin Changshui sighed and couldn't help but complain, "Ah…"
"It's all my fault. If I hadn't insisted on returning to the country, Mo wouldn't have had to take on such risks—it's me who has wronged my son!"
As he spoke, his voice began to choke, and by the time he finished speaking, his eyes were already bright red, tears swirling in his cloudy eyes.
No one else spoke; the mood was very heavy.
Li Jinwen, seeing the low spirits of everyone at home, quickly tried to reassure them, "Everyone really shouldn't blame themselves too much. Actually, it's not just you who wanted to come back, Lin Mo has always been looking for an opportunity to return to the country."