Shu Yu paused her steps and turned to look at the cell separated by a room inside.
By the cell door, a pair of hands clutched the bars, and a disheveled woman called out to her. Seeing Shu Yu turn her head, she hurriedly pushed the hair from her face to the side, revealing a thin and haggard face, and spoke eagerly, "County magistrate, county magistrate, do you remember me?"
Shu Yu squinted, and the officer beside her frowned and said, "What are you yelling about..."
Shu Yu raised her hand, and the officer immediately fell silent.
"Cheng Jiatong?"
"Yes, yes, it's me, the county magistrate has a really good memory." Cheng Jiatong gave her a fawning smile.
Only then did Shu Yu take a few steps forward and come before her, scrutinizing her with a couple of glances.
It seemed she had suffered a lot during this period. Last year at the beginning of the year when Shu Yu saw her, she was still a proud and arrogant young lady, adorned in pearl hairpins and quite opulent.
