Atlas Studios

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  He nodded fervently in response to the man and bowed his head before carefully closing the door carefully behind him as he left the ward.

  Li Dongliang, who was still feeling stifled, kicked his blanket and ended up with a pale face from the pain.

  He hissed inwardly,

  Sun Hua was feeling beyond vexed once he stepped outside of the hospital. Tugging at his hair, he gritted teeth and cursed.

  How gutsy was that Yun Shishi?! She actually took to stab Li Dongliang with a pair of scissors!

  He really did not understand how Huanyu was teaching their artistes!

  Did he actually come back with shorn instead of wool and got himself into deep sh*t?

  He initially intended to visit that troublemaker at the police station, but since he had received a dressing down in the ward and had put up with that old man’s stinky attitude, he was no longer in the mood to do so.

  The man irritably stomped his feet at the thought of offending such a big shot; temporarily, he was at his wits’ end.

  He was in trouble himself. That old thing would surely deal with him after he was discharged from the hospital!

  A strong hatred for that artiste was, thus, bred in his heart.

  When his assistant called to inquire if he should bail out the artiste from the police station, with a hand on his hip, he angrily shouted on the street, “Why bother about that lass?! Never mind that she wants to jump into the fire pit, but I really don’t get why we’re dragged down as well! We’re helpless ourselves now; why should we care about her? Leave her to her fate! D*mn!”


  The assistant agreed and ended the call.

  He was apparently so angry that his head throbbed painfully after the call.

  He was unable to contain his fury, so he gave Kong Xiaoqian a call, but who knew that the latter’s phone would be engaged?

  Not thinking much of it, he hailed a cab home to sleep!

  On the other side, even though it was a lawful detention, Mo Chengan still reached out to help the poor young lady. By pulling strings, he arranged for her to stay in a relatively clean detention cell.

  Together with her were several prostitutes who had just been arrested from the red-light district.

  Leaning against the wall in the detention cell, Yun Shishi looked at the foreign surroundings outside the iron bars with tilted head.

  Some of the other prisoners in the cell with her were judging her with inquisitive eyes at that moment.

  “Yo, look! It’s a new lady! Oh, she looks decent!”


  “Shh! Don’t let her hear us! She’s looking over……”


  “A femme fatale in a sultry dress — how immoral! I bet she got arrested in the red-light district, too! The police have been cracking down on that area for days now!”


  “Say no more; she may not be a prostitute……”


  Yun Shishi did not pay attention to their discussion at all. Hanging her head low, she surveyed her surroundings before she slowly walked to a corner and sat down.

  Raising her hands, her gaze gradually dimmed at the sight of the dangling chain. There was not much illumination in the entire cell, except for a dim incandescent light in the corridor, which seemed to be lacking in maintenance; half of its light was dim.

  As soon as her head touched the quilt when she lay down, she was immediately engulfed by a wave of stinky moldy smell.

  She hurriedly sat up to lean on the wall, instead.

  Even though she was not a clean freak, she felt a little suffocated from the foul air in this detention cell.