"In our utterly ordinary Second Prison, we're not allowed to have such outstanding people exist," Feng Mu said, his eyes showing a fleeting strange red line as he lowered his head.
Qian Huan ended the call and looked quietly at Feng Mu through the thick explosion-proof glass for a moment before speaking slowly, his pace unhurried:
"Feng Mu, you've been working at Second Prison for a week now. How do you feel? Can you adjust?"
Feng Mu looked up to meet Qian Huan's gentle gaze, so different from the indifference of their first meeting, and quickly stood up, responding respectfully and formally:
"Warden, although I'm new here, Second Prison has given me a warm impression. The prisoners are willing to listen to reason, my colleagues are approachable, and my direct supervisor is considerate. I've felt the warmth of a family here."
"???" Qian Huan's expression couldn't hold.
