Whether it's the prison guard's uniform or the prisoner's blue and white striped shirt, in his eyes, aren't they all people of the Second Prison?
Since they're all in the Second Prison, they're all his blood relatives, part of his family!
Among family, there's no need to be so formal.
Feng Mu nonchalantly waved his hand, his tone as sincere as ever:
"Forensic Bai, you're being too polite, too formal.
I said it before, between friends, we should help each other. When you're well, I can feel at ease, right?"
His gaze fell on the prison uniform on Bai Ye, as if noticing it for the first time. He gently tugged at the coarse fabric, displaying a considerate expression and said with a smile:
"I know you're probably not used to wearing these clothes, but that's okay, it's all temporary.
After a while, I'll figure out a way to help you take these clothes off again."
