"I told you, you might not be able to hurt me." Yang Ruxin smiled while spreading her hands.
"If you're so capable, how did you end up being framed and stuck here?" The other party snorted coldly.
"How do you know I was framed?" Yang Ruxin raised an eyebrow slightly, "Maybe I really committed a crime."
"Hehe..." The other party gave a peculiar laugh, then turned around and went back inside.
Yang Ruxin shrugged, didn't take it seriously, and sat back down.
Soon, a prison guard came to deliver food.
There were no windows in the cell, so it was impossible to know what time it was, but it should be night now.
Yang Ruxin didn't know what other prisoners were eating, but noticed that her meal and that of the person diagonally opposite seemed to be specially prepared, brought on a tray, with a bowl of white rice and a plate of greens, although that strange person also had a bowl of wine.
