Yang Hongxia, with her hands full of daily necessities, now stood in the room, her emotions incredibly complex.
That morning she had sat on the plush sofa of the VIP reception room at the bank, sipping tea and snacking on seeds, living the life of the elite.
Now she had become a prisoner, living with a dozen other female inmates.
At this moment, some of the women in the room noticed Yang Hongxia. They gathered around her, staring at her with malicious intent, "Hey, a newbie, huh? Tell us, what did you do wrong?"
Yang Hongxia was always a fiery character, and she was already in a bad mood. There was no way she would chat with these female inmates. She kept a straight face and said coldly, "None of your business! Step aside, don't disturb my rest!"
With that, she pushed through the crowd, looking for her own bunk.