He was wearing heavy handcuffs and shackles and walked very slowly.
There were bruises on his arms and neck, rough skin, and stubble. He was completely different from the delicate and charming man before.
Except for his unique blue eyes, Viola could hardly recognize him.
Jerry looked at her through the glass and picked up the phone.
Viola followed him and put the phone to her ear.
"Viola, I haven't seen you for a long time. You seem to be surprised. You forget me so soon."
Viola said in a particularly cold voice without any expression on her face, "I'm not here to listen to you catching up on the old days. If you don't want to talk, I'll leave."
Jerry smiled playfully and clicked his tongue. "Viola, you are so ruthless. You only care about your little pet."
Seeing that Viola was about to put down the phone, Jerry hurriedly said, "Okay, let's get down to business!"