"Stop arguing and drink up," the prison guard said as he roughly pushed the cup toward Han Xue and snapped on a pair of handcuffs around her wrist.
Han Xue was ushered into the visitor's area.
The visitor's area was divided into two portions with guard rails in the middle.
Han Xue finally noticed that her visitor was the person she hated the most, He Xiyan.
She couldn't help but burst into maniacal laughter and she was surprised that the police managed to convince her to visit.
He Xiyan frowned as she sat on the chair and her gaze locked in on Han Xue's figure.
Han Xue no longer looked as beautiful nor as fashionable as she once did. She looked as though she had aged and there were wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Her complexion had become extremely pale and sallow.
