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It had only been half a month since Shi Wenqian had spoken to Shi Rong on the phone across the thick prison. She was so skinny that only her skin remained, and her face was sallow. Her protruding belly was even more obvious.

Shi Rong picked up the phone. She was obviously not in a good mental state. She must have suffered a lot in prison recently, but she laughed out loud instead.

"Shi Wenqian