"Get out."
While she was still pondering over it.
The elevator door had already opened, and the person next to her shoved Jiang Ruan's shoulder hard, pushing her out. If it weren't for her agility, she would have tumble out face-first.
She lowered her eyelashes, licking her lips with the tip of her tongue.
Being physical could be less fun.
The cold was overwhelming, the feeling of dampness intensifying, a cold chill seeping into her bones.
She slowly raised her head, her eyes calm and indifferent.
Eight floors underground, divided into eight detention rooms, each room was locked by a special material iron door, and the rest of the walls were made of transparent glass for easy observation and management.
The whole environment was gloomy and lightless, with only the incandescent lamp in the hallway flickering intermittently.
And in those detention rooms, there were people.
