Their mouths slowly opened wide. The father and mother, bound in the bedroom, saw Gao Ming, their eyes flashing with bloodshot veins. They looked like fish tossed ashore, desperately shaking their bodies. As they struggled violently, a hoarse voice began to come from their throats—Stay here!,On the eve of the Zhongyuan Festival, he resigned from his job as a prison mental health counselor at Hesheng Prison, preparing to pursue game design and creation full-time.,Gao Ming’s eyes narrowed slightly. The figure of the man in the raincoat was almost identical to the surveillance footage released by the police, and his heart that had been hanging in his chest finally settled back down.。