After breakfast time ended, someone came to urge the eight people, including Anning, to return to their own cages.
The other side wouldn't give them much free time, fearing that something might happen.
The eight of them were reluctant to go back to that dark cage, so someone wielding a weapon came to escort them.
Anning blushed, her big eyes blinking twice, and tears started to fall: "Gentlemen, I... I have a stomachache, I need to use the toilet, where is it?"
She seemed to be holding it in so much that her face was red, tears were falling continuously, and her voice was anxious and fragile, clearly desperate to resolve a physiological issue. If she wasn't allowed to use the toilet, she might suffer from holding it in.
The management realized that the eight of them hadn't been to the toilet since last night.
One of them pointed in a direction: "Over there, go quickly."
Anning cried while wiping her tears and running towards the toilet.
"Shit."
