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With a crisp snap, Yang Hongxia's body violently trembled, and then she continued to struggle, her mouth emitting muffled screams of agony.
Clearly, her left shin had been broken.
"She got what she deserved!"
Luo Qiaorong nodded in satisfaction, feeling ecstatic inside. She had intended to take action herself, but Mei had beaten her to it; this was even better. If the prison guards sought accountability, she could wash her hands of the entire matter.
Even though Luo Qiaorong used a pillow to muffle Yang Hongxia's mouth, the detainment room was still filled with significant noise, and soon rapid footsteps could be heard approaching from outside.
"This isn't good, the prison guards are coming!"
Luo Qiaorong quickly let go of Yang Hongxia and hurried back to her own bed. Sun Xiaofang, You Hong, and Zhu Meijuan, upon hearing the commotion, also rolled onto their beds, pulling the covers over themselves, burying their heads inside, and feigning sleep.
