Yue Ru's pained hands clenched the table, her lips biting in silence.
Su Mo came down just in time to witness this scene, glancing briefly at her with the corner of her eye before shifting her attention forward.
Behind her was Yue Ru, staring at her back with an embarrassed expression.
The prison at night was like a huge beast sprawled at the foot of a mountain.
Along the road were groups of burly men carrying guns on patrol, Li Qian courteously ushered them into a building behind the dormitory, into a large hall on the first floor, where a big table made of several small square tables was filled with delicious dishes, and the seat of honor hosted a wooden dragon throne chair.
A whole roast chicken, milk, and some mashed potatoes, letting off an appetizing aroma, made Su Mo swallow as soon as she entered.
"Our boss says, if a distinguished guest comes, they must be seated in the place of honor."
