Her fingers paused when she saw Guan Yan's WeChat. Her eyes gradually darkened as she typed a message and sent it over.
[Q: I remember that Ji Ziyin has an underground marketplace in the illegal district?]
* * *
At the same time, in the detention center.
At first, Jiang Xianrou could remain calm and wait for Tang Wanru's good news.
However, three days passed in the blink of an eye, and she was still locked in a small room in the detention center.
This time, He Congming cut a finger on her right hand.
After Jiang Xianrou was sent to the guards, she tried to apply for medical parole, but no one paid attention to her.
She was like an exiled person on an isolated island.
People came and went every day, but other than the policewoman who interrogated her every day, no one paid attention to her.
Finally, on the third night, she could no longer endure the loneliness and exploded in despair.
"I want to see Qiao Nian!"
