"Uh..." Lord Hong froze, his brain unable to catch up.
It was the bald man who spoke his mind directly, "You call this a relationship? Aren't you really enemies? What's the difference between exile and sending you to die?"
"You don't need to worry about that." Jiang Lu smiled lightly and indifferently, "Just tell me, how tough is it?"
"It's really tough..." Shen Ge blushed with shame, "A two-year sentence directly turned into a death penalty, and I only have eight years."
Lord Hong really wanted to say "Fucking madman".
But he didn't dare.
Death row inmates were already the most dangerous and unstable group in the prison, not to mention a lunatic.
If you say something wrong and the guy drags you down with him, who could you reason with?
Now they just hoped that this plague would be exiled quickly and stop being a ticking time bomb here.
"Little brother, I'm old, I'll go to sleep first."
Lord Hong yawned, his smile forced as he tried to stabilize Jiang Lu's mood.
