Shu Fu didn't even know who the "she" referred to by that person was, just immersed in her own hoarse scream, but that person was already nonchalantly walking away from her.
A group of people watched her like they were looking at an idiot. Their eyes were disdainful and indifferent, and only she had fallen into a terrible frenzy, desperately slamming at the iron bars.
The warden heard the shrill shouting and walked toward her, banging a baton hard against the iron door, "What's all this yelling about? Shut up!"
Shu Fu immediately yelled crazily, "Someone destroyed my face, someone destroyed my face. She will kill me, she will kill me!"
"The warden, this newcomer has a persecution complex. She broke the bowl herself and cut her own face. We all saw it," said the female prisoner who had slashed Shu Fu's cheek with a broken piece.
Shu Fu shook her head frantically, "No, it's not like that. I want to change rooms, I don't want to live here!"