As Qiao Yin spoke, she stood up, "You'd better mend your ways. If you dare to rob and murder again, I will not spare you like I did today. Oh, you probably can't do any robbing or killing for a while, your hand is fractured and I've given it three injections, you won't be able to use it for the next two months."
"I don't want to rob either! But I need to survive, where will I get money for food when I just got out of jail? If I need to eat, I can only rob!"
"Then you can beg or find work, but you cannot rob!"
"You crushed my wrist, how do I work? Who's going to hire a murderer like me?"
"If you want to survive, figure it out yourself. The fact that I didn't kill you shows extreme restraint, don't expect me to provide for you."
Having finished speaking, Qiao Yin paid no further attention to Hong Changgong, used her umbrella, and started heading out.
The icy rain was still pouring, as Qiao Yin stepped out of the abandoned factory, she saw a car parked next to hers.
