"Chen Se, Liu Ying and the others have already been arranged into the laundry room."
"Liu Ying is quite ruthless, much more vicious than Zhang Hongyan. I reckon that after a threat from Liu Ying, Yang Meifeng probably won't talk nonsense anymore."
In the office not far from the inquiry room, Xiao Ding, holding a thermos cup, sat in front of the desk, reporting to Chen Se.
"Hmm."
Chen Se nodded, stroking his chin, "With Liu Ying stepping in, this matter is almost certainly taken care of."
He glanced at his watch, pondered for a moment, and continued, "Three hours, release them on time after three hours."
"Okay."
...
At this moment, Yang Meifeng had just returned from the canteen after lunch with the people from Cell 7 to the laundry room to work.
Even though lunch was only simple radish and greens, she enjoyed every bite of it.
She had no choice; after going a day and a night without food, she would eat without hesitation even if it was a bowl of leftovers.
