One night, for some, it may be a relief, but for others, it may be a sorrow.
In prison, Gu En had been waiting for the scene she wanted to see, even hoping that He Zhilan would come to the prison to confront her, or even just to boast in front of her, yet, for several days, she waited in vain.
Once again someone came to visit, and it was still Ding Long.
Ding Long only brought her two newspapers; Gu En had to admit, the people around He Zhilan were indeed clever, even thinking of such tactics.
"I really don't understand, what benefit do you get from doing all this?" Ding Long sneered, "It's as if you're creating a topic for the people of the capital to chat about after meals."
"What do you know?" Gu En mocked, "When you go out, help me find the Gu Family, tell them, I want to see them!"
Ding Long, holding back his temper, said nothing else. Seeing that Gu En had nothing more to say, he left.
