Ruan Qi snapped back to reality amid Cheng Qi's screams.
The prison guard swung his baton, then bent down to grab Cheng Qi and lift him up.
He pushed him down onto a chair with a stern warning: "Sit tight and stop causing trouble!"
Cheng Qi instantly collapsed into the chair like a pile of mud.
Through the glass, Ruan Qi looked at his miserable state, finding it rather novel.
The eminent Head of Cheng Family, living a life of luxury, surrounded by admiration, ended up as a prisoner.
"Thirty years east, thirty years west indeed."
Ruan Qi's voice of lament seeped through the glass into Cheng Qi's ears.
Cheng Qi's expression twisted, his tense body seemingly on the verge of lunging forward.
However, the pain from the police baton was unforgettable. He acted impulsively for a few seconds before sitting back down.
He looked coldly at Ruan Qi and asked hoarsely, "Where is Cheng Bainian? I want to see him."
