The leader’s order couldn’t be disobeyed, so Officer Bai reluctantly recounted the "process" of Luo Ye’s misconduct in detail and concluded: "That’s how it is, and all the cellmates can testify."
Ye Xuan squinted his eyes playfully at her: "Officer Bai, do you dare swear that everything you said is true?"
"I just recounted the whole process truthfully, does that require a swear?" Officer Bai’s expression was sowhat unnatural. At this mont, she was deeply conflicted; she had seen Ye Xuan’s photo from her cousin Bai Yan, who had also admitted that this handso man was the object of her affection. But no matter how much she asked, her cousin wouldn’t reveal his family background or occupation.
Now, seeing him in person, judging by his deanor, she knew he was no ordinary man.
Thinking this, she reflexively glanced at Li Jingsong.
Li Jingsong was also feeling conflicted. He could tell that Ye Xuan and Ye Mo were not ordinary people, but considering the background of the Moselle Family and the large sum he had invested and locked in the stock market, he had no choice but to forge ahead.
Things were fairly clear now, and Ye Xuan didn’t waste more ti haggling. He handed over his credentials: "Prison Director Li, this is my work ID. Luo Ye is my fiancée, please do a favor."
The mont Li Jingsong took the ID, his eyes widened, and he hastily opened it to take a look. He imdiately straightened up and returned it with a smile: "Major General Ye, my earlier intervention was only due to my duty. Please be generous and don’t hold it against ." As he spoke, he signaled Officer Bai.
Officer Bai imdiately reacted—Luo Ye was still in the confinent room.
She quietly sneaked away, her heart full of confusion. If Luo Ye was Ye Xuan’s fiancée, then what was her cousin Bai Yan to him? Upon closer thought, she began to understand her cousin’s expression a bit more.
"Stop!" Ye Xuan commanded.
"Major General Ye, what can I do for you?" Officer Bai forced a smile.
Ye Xuan looked at Li Jingsong: "Let’s go together."
"Sure, sure." Li Jingsong replied, starting to sweat. He never imagined that Sha City Prison would attract such a figure. Judging by Ye Xuan’s deanor, he probably didn’t believe their account of Luo Ye’s misconduct, and this matter could end badly...
Ye Xuan suddenly turned and asked: "Prison Director Li, how old are you?"
"Ah?" Li Jingsong stared at him blankly, bewildered by the question.
"How old exactly?" Ye Xuan’s expression turned stern.
"Forty... forty-one." Li Jingsong stamred.
Ye Xuan snorted: "I assud you were sixty-one by the way you’re moving."
Ye Mo’s lips twitched, then quickly resud an expressionless look. With so much on her mind, Officer Bai stumbled, almost falling into Li Jingsong, her face turning red as she muttered quietly, "My shoe heels need fixing."
A female prison officer carried several lunch boxes over, paused, and greeted: "Prison Director Li, Captain Bai." But her gaze drifted over to Ye Xuan’s face. Standing aside, Ye Mo noticed and couldn’t help but sigh softly. No wonder Ye’er said that the boss was a troublemaker; with such extre coolness and handsoness, it’s likely few won wouldn’t be attracted. It’s a good thing the boss is not a soft-hearted man lacking principles, otherwise Ye’er might endure many grievances being with him.
"Xiao Wang, whose al hasn’t been touched?" Prison Director Li, feeling tense, asked just to make conversation.
The female prison officer quickly stood at attention: "Reporting to Director Li, inmate 6257 has been stubborn, not eating for two days."
"Hmm?" Director Li frowned, "Why isn’t she eating?"
"She..." Xiao Wang glanced at Officer Bai and didn’t know how to respond.
"Prison Director Li, let’s visit Luo Ye first." Officer Bai promptly changed the subject, already so tense her back was soaked. She hadn’t told Li Jingsong about the bet, and when she saw Xiao Wang approaching earlier, she was on edge, never imagining her greatest fear would co true.
Ye Xuan, being a clever man, understood at once from their deanor, and his face darkened: "6257 should be Luo Ye, correct?"
"Yes." Officer Bai swallowed hard, struggling to reply.
Realizing he had inadvertently caused trouble, Li Jingsong’s sweat began to drip down as he glared at Xiao Wang: "Quickly have the kitchen make a nutritious porridge and send it over."
"Yes." Xiao Wang replied but didn’t move, hesitantly looking at Li Jingsong, "Director, where to send it?"
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