Qiao Xiaomai watched the scene expressionlessly, then turned to the jailer and asked, "Where is Sun Junyan?"
"He has learned how to lay bricks and is doing that at the back," the jailer replied.
Compared to being an animal pulling carts, laying bricks was much easier.
Qiao Xiaomai curled her lips and said, "Go call Sun Junyan over here. A grown man like him is actually letting his own mother do such heavy work. Heartless and merciless."
"And Cen Hong, where is Cen Hong?" Tong Sanlang quickly asked upon hearing this.
"He's also laying bricks."
Cen Hong had been stripped of his martial arts, weakened, unable to handle heavy labor.
"Call him over as well," Tong Sanlang ordered.
So the jailer went to call for Sun Junyan and Cen Hong.
After waiting for a while, the jailer led the two men over.
Both were dressed in tattered clothes, their hands, feet, and faces filthy, their figures emaciated, evidently having suffered a great deal.
