Yang Jingshen patted his face dry as he covertly glances at the interior of his jail room reflected through the mirror. Seeing how sister Wan who had been busily moving around doing something finally turning her body as if to look his way, he silently dropped his gaze, hiding the expression in his eyes.
Sister Wan was fed up. Not just fed up, but she was also angry, tired, and felt so uncomfortable as if a thousand nails were scratching her heart at once.
Woking for this group– she liked it, even if this wasn't a life suitable for a woman. But it wasn't just because she had enough money all year round to splurge as much as she wished, but also because there was that person in this group as well.
