At the entrance of the Ma City First Detention Center, a young man in a worn white shirt stood there, looking around blankly.,"Qin Lang, what are you looking at Have you gone senile from being locked up in prison for the past two years",Qin Lang still remembered the regret and unwillingness in Qin Chuan's eyes when he closed his eyes. His son was still young, his daughter-in-law had been taken away... As a man, he could only lie on the bed wasting his life, worse than death!。