Through the thick glass, Xia Nuan saw Song Kuncheng in a prison uniform. His face was decadent, with anger in his bloodshot eyes.

When he saw Xia Nuan, he stood up excitedly. He said something behind the window eagerly. He even forgot that she couldn’t hear him at all.

Xia Nuan gestured him to pick up the microphone. She wanted to talk to him.

Then he seized the microphone.

“Nuan, I’m wronged. I didn’t take Ansheng away. I have no ...