"Furong, who did this? Was it Wu Fangqing?" Wang Dadong asked with a grim expression.
Earlier, he thought Wu Fangqing might not be that cold-blooded, yet unexpectedly, Yang Furong ended up beaten like this.
"It wasn't her." Yang Furong said calmly.
"Then who?" Wang Dadong really couldn't think of anyone else besides Wu Fangqing who would be so violent toward a prisoner.
Yang Furong did not answer Wang Dadong's question but said with difficulty, "Help me light a cigarette."
Wang Dadong took out Yang Furong's ladies' cigarette, lit one, and fed it to Yang Furong's mouth.
Cigarettes are definitely a luxury in prison, and the fact that Yang Furong could still smoke ladies' cigarettes shows she has an unusual status.
But given her status, why would she end up beaten like this?
After a few drags, the pain on Yang Furong's body seemed to ease a bit, though the pain still caused her to tremble slightly.
Seeing this, Wang Dadong couldn't help but feel a bit heartache.
