No one knows that beneath this bar lies a small figure imprisoned.
In the basement of Middle Night, the corridor lights are dim, and on either side of the concrete floor are several rooms with black iron doors tightly shut. Countless painful howls and shadows emanate from the rooms, creating an eerie echo in the empty concrete passage.
At the end of the corridor is a pitch-black iron cage. Inside, a small boy dressed in dark shorts and a short-sleeved shirt lies on the ground. His complexion is pallid, his breath weak, and his face is covered in bruises.
Just then, a sound of footsteps approached from afar, revealing a group of people emerging from the darkness.
Leading them was a woman, a woman that An Yiqing was exceedingly familiar with—Jiang Xuerou.
"Miss, the person is inside, do you want to wake him up?"
Jiang Xuerou cast a cold glance at the unconscious Xiao Hei before turning to walk towards a nearby room, "Wake him up and bring him over."
