He was wearing the same prison uniform as the woman. His face was expressionless, and his eyes were filled with killing intent and danger.
"What are you thinking about?" the man asked her.
The woman's red lips curled up into a devilish and domineering smile. She said, "Freedom."
The man frowned.
The woman added, "Junlin, let's leave the cliff."
The man was silent for a moment before saying, "Okay."
The two of them went downstairs one after another.
The woman walked in front, and the man followed behind. Every time they reached a floor, the woman would stop and whistle in the corridor.
Hearing this sharp whistle, everyone in the room, regardless of gender, would be startled. Then, intense hatred and killing intent shot out of their eyes.
In the evening, in the prison restaurant.