C15 Prison

"I don't want it, I don't want it!"

Qiao Zhixin covered his ears and stood up. Just as he took a few steps, he was stopped by the approaching driver. He Muchuan followed suit and walked over to Qiao Zhixin's side.

"You can't run away!"

"You bastard." Qiao Zhixin scolded loudly, but He Muchuan didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled and moved closer to Qiao Yifeng's ear.

"You know it too late