My good cousin, your cousin, I'm not doing well, and you don't want to.

Su Man sobbed, tapping his five fingers into his palm, and inserting them into his flesh unconsciously.

"Why do you cry and stop sleeping?" A female prisoner of five or three sizes in the same cell seemed to have been woken up and came up and shouted fiercely.

Su Man was in a bad mood and responded impatiently: "Move out if you feel like quarrelling. You have the ability to live in the presidential suite. Why do you live here?"

There was a dark light in the eyes of the female prisoner, and she didn't know...