She looked into the mirror, startled by her reflection. Disheveled hair. Torn dignity. Even she could hardly bear to look.
When they arrived, another car pulled in. Clothes were delivered by a subordinate. Wang Jing changed hurriedly in the back seat, then followed Wang Yu inside.
Xiao Bin sat comfortably in his office, a thin, fake smile on his face.
"So," he said lazily, "The Wang family's young miss finally graces me with her presence."
Wang Yu nudged his sister forward.
Wang Jing forced herself to walk up to him. "Warden Xiao, I want to see my father. Please… be accommodating."
Xiao Bin didn't respond verbally. His hand lifted, resting where it shouldn't.
Wang Jing stiffened, her blood running cold. Her brother was still standing there, yet Xiao Bin showed no restraint at all.
She swallowed hard, then forced a fragile smile, catching his hand gently. "Warden Xiao… please. Let me see my father first. If I don't see him, I won't be at ease."
