Zhao Lan, as soon as these two characters were uttered, Tong Sanlang immediately followed her gaze and looked over.
A few dozen meters away, there was a female prisoner wearing a prison uniform. She stood on the side of the road, her black hair neatly combed, and her prison clothes clean and tidy. In her hands, she held a handful of melon seeds, cracking them open. In stark contrast to the surrounding prisoners, who were dirty and exhausted, she appeared like a young lady from a noble family on a sightseeing tour, completely out of place.
"Ha, indeed she has special privileges," Qiao Xiaomai jumped down from the carriage, "I'm going to have a look."
Tong Sanlang remained seated, "I'll wait here for you."
He did not want to see Zhao Lan.
Neither did Qiao Xiaomai want him to see Zhao Lan. At his words, she hummed affirmatively and started striding towards Zhao Lan with uneven steps.
