Ah Jing's lips curled slightly, indifferent, as he lazily got down from the bed, hands in his pockets, sauntering out,
"Is it Yin Shixiu?"
"Don't know. Why ask so much! Whoever it is, you must see them."
The director replied irritably.
Ah Jing chuckled again,
"Director, why are you so fierce? Afraid of me?"
The director suddenly frowned,
"Why would I be afraid of you!"
The smile on Ah Jing's face didn't fade, driving the director of the detention center truly annoyed and restless.
"The louder the voice, doesn't it mean... the more guilty inside?"
"According to Young Master Rong's words, people shouldn't speak, only then will they be confident."
Ah Jing had just finished speaking, about to find some amusement at the expense of the director, when a sudden voice caused Ah Jing's heart to sink.
He looked up…
Yin Shixiu was approaching directly toward him.
Su Xiaomeng was pushing his wheelchair, right behind him.
This woman was still the same as before…
