C146 Time Is the Easiest Time to Throw away

Xiang Gu, who was squatting in the prison, drew the words on the ground with a stone. It was the fifth day.

Where did Yi Ze go?

Xianggu looked at the rancid food and the caged cockroaches, sighing helplessly.

In a few days, she would be the same as the slovenly prisoner in the opposite cell.

"Time to eat, time to eat." A guard with a stick was knocking on the door with a wooden bucket