Pei Zhiyao left, and Li Xiaosheng was once again sent back to prison.
He was thoroughly confined in a prison crowded with criminals.
To them, a pale and slender young man like Li Xiaosheng was just like a little lamb.
Put simply, he was very easy to bully.
Zhang Huasheng sat on the sofa at home, holding a cup of hot tea, focusing intently on the television screen.
The TV was broadcasting the news, and he occasionally glanced at the tea cup in his hand, gently blowing across the top before refocusing his attention on the television.
The home's decor was simple yet warm, with a sofa color that harmonized with the overall tone of the room, providing a comfortable feeling.
Upon closer inspection, the sofa's material was soft and delicate, as if inviting someone to sit down and immerse in this peaceful haven.
There was a pot of green plant on the coffee table, a lush English ivy with naturally trailing branches, leaves twinkling under the sunlight.
