"It's different," Bai Xiao shook her head.
In such a place, good people could also turn mad.
She had heard of such cases, where normal people were framed and sent there, and then they became truly insane.
"Alright, let's not worry about other people's matters. You rest, I need to step out for a bit," Ye Huang said.
Now that the matter had concluded, Xu Jing should be showing up.
...
At Villa No. 7, Fu Xue invited Xu Jing for tea. Both women were heroines among their peers, with a matching presence.
"You're Fu Xue?" Xu Jing sized up Fu Xue. Underneath the tight leather clothing was a lithe figure, but her aura was one of icy coldness.
"Yes," Fu Xue replied expressionlessly.
"Then you have been trained from a young age," Xu Jing said.
She spoke with certainty, not as a question.
Fu Xue was startled for a moment and remained silent.
"Going forward, we will be in frequent contact," Xu Jing extended her hand proactively, "I hope for a pleasant cooperation."
