C52 It Was Clear That He Was Not a Good Person
"Yes."
Guan Yan reached out his hand to wipe the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead.
He felt a burst of lingering fear in his heart as he felt that this short conversation had scared him to the point that cold sweat broke out on his back.
… ….
In the cell, there was a small wooden bed that was eighty centimeters wide. On the bed, there was a thin and old green blanket