In the dark and dank dungeon, a man lay sprawled on the floor, his hands and feet shackled. His tattered clothes could not conceal the wounds covering his body.,Lan Qingwan! It was with Mu Jihui and that heartless scoundrel who imprisoned himself here!,Now, I'm sitting in your place, using the money you earned, spending your dowry, and even drinking what's yours. It really isn't pleasant at all!。