A Digital Voice Recorder
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Lao Zhou turned her head and found Wang Zhuang holding her arm back.
Upon seeing her, Lao Zhou's brows scrunched up together in extreme displeasure. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I should be the one asking you that," Wang Zhuang said. "What do you thinking you're doing to her? You know full well that she's pregnant. With such a small tummy, it'll be easy for her to miscarry."
When Lao Zhou heard that, she burst out laughing as if she had just heard the funniest joke ever. She replied, "Since when did you suddenly become so kind? She's just a pregnant woman. If she's being locked in here, I'm guessing that even the wardens don't know that she's pregnant. If I just accidentally f*cked with her and she ended up no longer pregnant, what would that have to do with me?"
Wang Zhuang's brows shot together. With a look of extreme disapproval, she replied, "You're intending to cause her to miscarry?"