The temperature inside the prison was very low, with piles of ice blocks stored for winter in the corners.
These ice blocks were excellent for cooling down during the scorching summer, causing the breath of Yuchi to be cold now.
A sudden feeling of winter arrived.
Yet Yuchi remained lying there motionless, now just playing dead; such experiences didn't even count as grievances.
If anyone with decades of social experience from a past life came into this prison, not one of them would lose their temper.
Who hasn't suffered hardships?
Yuchi wouldn't foolishly go back in front of Zhou Xingcai at this time to say, "With just you, do you still want to imprison me?"
There's no point in that.
Instead, it's an opportunity, a crisis moment when others deliver the chance right to your door.
"No rush, I'm not afraid of dying here. Instead, I want to see what's being sold inside their gourd."
