"You have a visitor."
The police woman looked at Mi Young up and down with disgust written all over her face. She scrunched up her brows as she just couldn't stand this girl who was an epitome of spoiled rich kid with abundant privileges in life. She turned away not only to let the visitor in but to also hide the smirk she had. Times like this, she was grateful for having this job; she loves her job so much that she gets to watch people like Mi Young locked away; she thought the new setting of being behind bars suited her so much that actually made someone like her dignified.