"Okay, I've eaten enough and drank enough. I'm going to bed. You guys should go to bed early." Wang Fan said with a smile while burping, and returned to the prison room with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Brother Fan, walk slowly and have a good rest." The eight people looked at Wang Fan and their attitudes improved a lot, but they were not as harsh as before.

"Damn it, those bastards must have wronged Brother Fan. How could Brother Fan be that kind of person?"

"I think so. Brother Fan must have offended some young master, and that young man has wronged Brother Fan so badly."

"Mom, those people are such bastards. They rely on their power to oppress people like Brother Fan. I really have no money. When I get rich, I will kill them."

The eight people overturned their previous evaluations of Wang Fan and began to feel sorry for Wang Fan.

Wang Fan listened to everyone's words, grinned, and fell asleep.

My reputation throughout my life was almost ruined by that bastard Song Shaojun. Fortunately, I was smart and calmly rectified my reputation.

When Wang Fan fell asleep, Mo Wenrou was extremely angry outside.

She never thought that Wang Fan would be imprisoned in Beicheng Prison.

At the same time, Song Shaojun was also drinking and singing with Yi Mingjie.

"Have everything been arranged?" Song Shaojun looked at Yi Mingjie and said with a gloomy expression.

Wang Fan was a thorn in his heart, never getting rid of his unhappiness.

"Don't worry, Mr. Song, I've made all the arrangements." Yi Mingjie said with a smile.

He didn't take Wang Fan seriously at all. In his eyes, trampling Wang Fan to death was no different from trampling to death an ant.

What's more, this is working for Song Shaojun. This is the best opportunity to embrace Song Shaojun. He will definitely work hard.

"That's good, come, let's drink a toast to the good news that is about to come."

"Dry!"

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Wang Fan didn't know about the ups and downs outside. He had completely fallen asleep and slept soundly.
Chapter completed!