Ye Chen, in a panic, quickly drove to the prison.
A week had passed before he saw Qin Shuang again.
But now, Qin Shuang had become almost skeletal, devoid of her former grace.
However, as always, Qin Shuang was just as thrilled to see Ye Chen.
"Brother Chen, you've come to rescue me, haven't you?"
"I just knew you wouldn't treat me so cruelly."
Qin Shuang, as if she had seen her savior, excitedly lunged toward Ye Chen.
Yes, Qin Shuang's days in prison were worse than a dog's.
Mo Yifeng occasionally brought some vagrants over to torture her, not to mention the head woman in the prison who would beat her, curse at her, and deny her food in various ways.
Even when her asthma attacked, she got no respite from the torment.
Qin Shuang had been frightened by the torture, so now she didn't care that Ye Chen was the instigator of all this tragedy; as long as he could take her away from this living hell, it would be enough.
