Outside the door stood a lone figure, none other than Zhang Mingwei.
After he opened the iron gate, his eyes immediately fell upon Wang Xiaoshuai, whose eyes were sunk deep into their sockets and lips were chapped and parched, curled up weakly in the corner of the wall.
Upon hearing the noise, Wang Xiaoshuai struggled to lift his eyelids, and when he saw that it was Zhang Mingwei, his spirit jolted, and he quickly crawled over.
"Uncle Zhang, please save me, if you don't get me out of here, I am going to die here!" Wang Xiaoshuai clutched at Zhang Mingwei's trouser leg, pleading.
At first, when he was locked up, he kept cursing Zhang Mingwei, thinking about how he would deal with Zhang Mingwei, this old turtle, once he got out. But after several days without food or drink, his thoughts had changed.