fu jiatong covered her nose and pointed at the plates on the table in disgust.
the prison guard immediately frowned.
the prisons of modern society were different from the past. even ordinary prisoners would not be given bad food. there were standards.
because of fu jiatong's special status, the prison guards didn't dare to neglect her, and would usually satisfy all her requests.
but even so, fu jiatong still found excuses to cause trouble every two or three days.
"miss fu, this is what we prison guards eat as well. there's really nothing else to eat here, so please bear with it ..."
"endure, my ass! i think you guys are deliberately bullying me because i'm in prison, right? did the mu family send someone to say something? 'did that little b * tch luo chenxi do something behind my back? have you forgotten that i'm the young miss of the fu family? ah?"
the prison guard was startled by her ferocious expression and subconsciously took a few steps back.