"Fan Li, you wanted to see me. Is there something you need to say?" Shi Yiguang's voice drifted over leisurely, sounding like a delightful piece of music, but it lacked its former gentleness and deep affection.
Fan Li, who had been lying quietly in the dark, damp, and decaying-smelling prison, instantly snapped out of his daze the moment he heard that familiar voice he had longed for day and night, as if struck by a bolt of lightning.
He scrambled up from the ground in a panic and stumbled toward the prison bars, gripping the wooden stakes tightly like a drowning man clutching at his final straw.
Chapter 270