Chiang Qing held back her anger and repression, and took deep breaths at the prison gate.
She took a few big gulps of air before getting into the car and instructed, "To the women's prison!"
She couldn't be hasty, couldn't panic, she had more important things to do.
"Miss, the old man instructed..."
"I said go to the women's prison. The old man told you to follow me, so go where I say! Now, drive right away." Chiang Qing glared fiercely at the person.
The two sitting at the front exchanged glances, and could only buckle their seat belts, silently driving towards the destination Chiang Qing mentioned.
Chiang Qing gazed out the car window, her hands clenched into fists placed on her knees, her face dark as a rain cloud.
When she saw Lu Shufen appear in the visitation room, Chiang Qing had a moment of disbelief. Was this her pampered, dignified mother? Short, messy hair, now half gray, a face full of wrinkles, sallow and dull skin, resembling a peasant woman.
