They pushed the door open and went inside.
A middle-aged man sat on the bed nearest the door, holding a shard of mirror he had gotten from somewhere. He stretched his mouth as wide as he could, desperately trying to look down his own throat.
He seemed to suspect there was something inside.
Even Jiang Chen and his companion entering failed to attract his attention.
On the other side, a young man crouched in the corner by the window, talking to himself. The number 11 was printed on his hospital gown.
Listening closely, his words would send chills down anyone's spine.
One moment, his tone was gentle. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to upset you. I didn't mean to."
The next, he turned hysterical. "I saw you with that fox enchantress with my own eyes!"
"Liu Shihao, oh, Liu Shihao, think about it. You had nothing back then. You were short, ugly, and poor. You had your ancestors' blessings to thank for me marrying you."
"And now you dare treat me like this?"
"I'll tell my dad about this and have him fire you!"
After viciously delivering those words himself, the man suddenly looked frightened again, trembling all over as he begged for mercy. "No, please, honey. It's a misunderstanding. This has to be a misunderstanding."
"A misunderstanding? You took your pants off in front of that vixen! Do you really think I'm blind? I must have been blind back then, too. There were so many handsome young men to choose from, and I picked a stumpy little runt like you! And such a womanizer, too!"
Growing worked up, No. 11 actually raised his hand and slapped himself several times with a series of sharp smacks.
"It's not what you think. She was just a potted plant.