Xi Ruzhu gradually discovered that it wasn’t just one staff member revolving around Zuzi.
From the front desk handling cases, to logistics managing documents, even the cafeteria’s big brother, several waves of people came, all inquiring about something from Zuzi.
Their attitudes were so amiable and pious!
What on earth was Zuzi saying to those people?!
Clearly she seemed indifferent, barely paying any attention, so why were those people still eagerly gathering around, listening so attentively?
If this keeps up, what if they end up releasing Zuzi for lack of charges?
Xi Ruzhu listened intently, nervously straining her ears.
She vaguely caught a sentence or two:
"Miss Xi, Room 909 is fully sealed. Only high-risk offenders need to go in there. The air inside is quite stuffy and uncomfortable. Would you like us to get you a different room?"
Geez, they really think this place is a hotel!
To her surprise, as she listened further, something even more infuriating came——
Zuzi nonchalantly refused: "No need. Ancestor likes it just fine."
"Ah, then Miss Xi, what do you like to eat? We’ll prepare some of your favorite dishes especially for you?"
"How about coming out for some sun and fresh air?"
"No, Ancestor just likes staying inside. Ah, why aren’t we going back in yet?"
Thunder rumbled faintly on the horizon.
Staff member: "..." Miss Xi’s style is truly unconventional and unique.
Xi Ruzhu: "...!" Damn it, is she really enjoying her time in prison?!
But, who actually enjoys being in prison?
Time for release into the yard was over.
As everyone queued to head back.
Zuzi joined the line and suddenly, with a beaming smile, reminded the suspect in front: "You better come clean about where you buried the body, or the spirit of the wrongly killed will haunt your dreams tonight."
The suspect glared at her: "You’re nuts!"
She was unfazed, glancing at the suspect behind: "Kid, don’t blame Ancestor for not telling you. You gave all the stolen money to your brothers, right? Sadly, they won’t leave a penny for you, and here you are foolishly taking the fall for them. Is it worth it?"
The suspect looked at her in horror: "How, how do you know!"
Zuzi, bored again, casually said to a handsome young suspect in the next line: "Kid, you’re in for it, in a few days your eyes will turn into bloody holes. It’s not your fault, mainly the executioner’s hand slipped and missed. Just try living well in your next life..."
"Oh dear, and that kid, don’t run, Ancestor needs to warn you, your intestines are in bad shape, you won’t live long..."
"You, you’re the one who’s sick!"
The suspects were on the verge of collapse from Zuzi’s torment.
Meanwhile, Xi Ruzhu was clenching her fists, standing in the middle of the queue, teeth gritted tightly, her face changed: Damn it, why everywhere, does that rustic heiress always become the center of attention, stirring everyone’s emotions, dominating the whole scene, making everyone revolve around her?
This feeling was terrible!
As the group’s darling, she hated the feeling of having attention stolen.
She couldn’t allow Zuzi to be this comfortable in prison.
She lingered at the end of the queue, suddenly making a request to the staff: "According to the rules, isn’t everyone entitled to make one call to their family? I tried calling Dad yesterday but couldn’t get through, could I try again?"
Xi Ruzhu was taken to a private phone booth.
She dialed a number, cautiously glancing around.
That number wasn’t for Xi Yuanshan...