This is the twenty-fifth day that Zhao Jia swallowed boiled winter amaranth. No one came to interrogate, there was no news from Ying Hohua's side, and no one from South Korea and Zhao Guo came to contact him.

It was as if he had been forgotten in prison. He tapped his sleeve twice, sighed as usual, turned his back to the door, lifted the straw mat, and sat down.

The cold rain has been falling for several rounds. Xu Yi pulled out a few weeds from the cracks in the palace floor tiles.

Chapter 25 Who will visit the prison? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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