Xiao Jinghuai paused and then asked, "Who is in charge here? I mean, who is your ruler?"
Xiaoqi shook his head, "We haven't had a ruler for a long time. I heard the last ruler died without anyone succeeding them, but a few years ago, they said... the new ruler has returned and will soon inherit the throne. At that time, some prisoners will be pardoned. But it seems like it's just a rumor and has not happened."
"We have been waiting for a long time, and yet nothing has changed. This place is truly disgusting. We want to leave, but we can't get out. Are you... people from outside?"
Xiao Jinghuai's eyes narrowed slightly, "Yes, if you want to get out, you can only rely on us, which means you need to know how to cooperate with us. Do you understand, kid?"
Perhaps this word "kid" really gave Xiaoqi a trace of warmth.
His parents were prisoners on death row, long executed, and it had been many years since anyone had given him warmth, really a long time.
