"I am telling you it is a mistake!"
Mo Qiang peered out of the prison when she heard the shrill voice of a young woman and two seconds later, she found a rather peculiar sight happening in front of her.
Three young women, all holding the legs of a table were being carried inside the police station by the police officers. They were crying and making a fuss while trying to hold this and that —
The youngest one who must be around seventeen screamed and tugged at the strands of hair of the policewoman who was carrying her.
"Why is she crying like a little child?" Xiao Jiao asked as she looked at the young woman who was flailing her arms and twisting her body.
She had never seen a woman acting like a child before—thus she was quite amused and curious, she watched Mo Shuren with rapt attention.
