Yue Zhi in the detention center indeed had a miserable time.
Although he was in his forties, he had always lived a pampered life, with delicate skin and flesh, clearly a pampered young master.
The prisoners in jail despised people like Yue Zhi the most.
When he and his grandparents saw Yue Zhi, he had been beaten so badly that his face was bruised and swollen, his features distorted, almost unrecognizable.
Yue Zhi knelt at his grandparents' feet, crying bitterly, saying that his life in the detention center was worse than death, begging his grandparents to save him.
After all, he was their biological son, and his grandparents' hearts softened.
Then his grandparents went to plead with Beitang Xinya and the others.
They originally thought that as long as his grandparents intervened, Beitang Xinya and the others would surely agree.
