Nan Qiao took the car to another detention center early in the morning.
Nan Zhi was inside.
She went in to visit with her identity.
Nan Zhi was only separated from her by a layer of glass, looking so close and yet far away.
Nan Zhi knew that it must be Nan Qiao's work that no family had come to see her after she'd been jailed for so long.
She hated Nan Qiao to death.
Locked up here, she could not do any of the missions issued by the System. She was like a cripple and would never be able to stand out again.
Nan Zhi, who was on the other side of the glass window, did not look to be having a good time. She had lost a lot of weight and there were still some bruises on her body. Her entire person was no longer radiant.
Nan Qiao picked up the communicator at the side, and Nan Zhi also picked up the communicator and placed it by her ear.
