Destined to Meet Mr. Tan

"On the 23rd, come out." Early in the morning, at the door of No. 8 Cell of the Fifth Prison, the female prison guard coldly called Lan Yiqiao's sentence number. Lan Yiqiao, who was lying on the bunk with his head down while painting, slowly raised his head and looked at the female prison guard with a pair of bloodshot eyes. No response for a long time. She had no intention of confronting the prison guards like eggs against stones. Her throat and eyes hurt as if they were being burned. She didn't want her worst side to appear in the eyes of others and make others gloat over her misfortune. She worked hard to brew some body fluids, swallowed it and moistened her throat before speaking: "What are you doing?" …