A pregnant woman?
The smile on Wang Zhuang's face slowly ebbed off. It was bad enough to misbehave out in public. Now that they were in prison, she still wanted a pregnant woman to toy with? That was running a little too perverse for her liking.
"What's so fun about a pregnant woman?" she asked. "In this prison, they don't get to eat well or sleep well. Their complexions are horrible, and they look ugly. This one here is so much better."
One of Wang Zhuang's subordinates spoke up with an expression of disapproval. When Lao Zhou heard her words, she turned her head over and glared at her.
The look in Lao Zhou's eyes was unlike anything the woman had ever seen in her time following Wang Zhuang. There was a malevolence and malice that she had never seen before. The woman who spoke took a step back instinctively in fear.
When Lao Zhou witnessed that, but she didn't say anything. She turned her eyes to Wang Zhuang and asked, "Is there one?"