Unlucky?
Qian Huan frowned slightly, feeling a bit displeased.
Feng Mu calmly explained:
"Yesterday I personally experienced a horrific live broadcast. Thinking about it still terrifies me, leaving me with lingering fears about live broadcasts. Hence, I spoke irrationally for a moment."
Qian Huan accepted Feng Mu's explanation, but remained slightly displeased:
"Today is a great day for our Second Prison to wash away injustice and begin a new chapter. There's nothing unlucky about it; it's clearly very auspicious."
Feng Mu, looking as if he had been taught a lesson, left the office.
Qian Huan shook his head and sighed:
"It is indeed a sharp knife, but it still needs more honing."
Shi Wuming felt that Feng Mu's premonition was accurate; today was indeed not a lucky day because he had a shift change.
"After I handover with the new security team this afternoon, I will leave, and by the way, take Feng Mu's life with me..."
Shi Wuming gleefully calculated in his heart.
