"Number 13!! You've got a visitor!" Looking somewhat haggard, Li Huowang followed the prison guard into the Family Visiting Room, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
His expression cold, he looked up at the guard unlocking him and said, "I'm not a prisoner. This isn't prison visitation, it's family visitation. I'm from the Mental Illness Ward. I'm a patient."
"Yeah, yeah, everyone in the whole White Tower knows you, Li Huowang. You're far harder to deal with than any prisoner. When you screw up, we can't deduct your points or add to your sentence. We even have to wait on you hand and foot. What kind of patient are you? You're the Emperor."
With a hard yank downward, the guard turned and walked out. "Behave yourself. There are cameras. We only took those off to make it easier on your family."
Though the handcuffs and shackles had been removed, the device on his head meant to prevent self-harm remained.
Li Huowang stretched hard and rubbed his wrists. Being cuffed every day really was uncomfortable.
So... who came to visit me today?
Yang Na was impossible. The most likely visitors were his mother, Sun Xiaoqin, and his father, Li Jiancheng.
Mom came? Li Huowang looked toward the door with three parts fear and seven parts anticipation.
But just as his eyes began to shine brighter and brighter, an arm covered in thorn tattoos dashed all his hopes.
"What? Are you disappointed to see me?" Ba Nanxu, chewing on something, picked up the phone and asked Li Huowang through the glass.
He was still dressed in that Gothic outfit, no different from when Li Huowang had seen him at the Tattoo Shop, except the tattoos on his body seemed to have changed.
"Not really. I'm already happy that someone came to