Qin Yue swept a glance and knew that under Shen Yu's clothes, there must be myriad scars. The once dashing General Star had become a rat across the street that everyone wanted to hit—now, he was just a dog that anyone could step on.
In fact, being sentenced to death was a relief for Shen Yu, or perhaps it was a fate worse than living.
"I knew you'd come," Shen Yu said, his head hung low, guessing who the visitor was just by the sound of footsteps.
"Your hearing's improved, huh!"
"Only Little Hooligans could make such an indecent sound when walking."
Qin Yue leaned casually against the railing and said, "The Young Chairman also said that."
At the mention of Meng Fan, Shen Yu suddenly lifted his head, his eyes bloodshot, startling Qin Yue.
"What's with that ghostly look? Even in the Detention Room, people 'hosted' you—clearly, someone hated you enough to wish you dead."
