She took a harsh drag of her cigarette, her eyebrows lifted, "Oh, remembering to come see me, looks like you've made something of yourself after getting out."
Qiao Xiguan smiled, "That's right, I did well, so if you get out of prison, you can come and find me."
"Cut the crap, fake kindness. You know someone like me with a life sentence is destined for a lifetime in jail and still you make such jokes. Tell me, what do you want?" The old friend spoke bluntly, her tone neither too light nor too heavy.
"Take good care of someone for me. Her name is Yu Jing, and unless something unexpected happens, she should be sent here within a month."
"How should I take care of her?" The old friend took another fierce drag and asked.
"The way you took care of me back then—do it to her, but even more ruthlessly," Qiao Xiguan said word for word.
"Looks like she's an enemy," the old friend summarized.
Qiao Xiguan shrugged, in agreement.