"Henshan Prison?" Something seemed to be stirred in Gao Ming's mind, and he looked up at Tang Qing, coincidentally, Tang Qing turned his head to look at him at the same time.
Their gazes collided, and Tang Qing politely offered a smile, "It seems like this friend is quite familiar with Henshan Prison?"
There were only two kinds of people who would be familiar with Henshan Prison: the prison staff and hardened criminals, and Tang Qing happened to know most of the staff.
"That place seems very important to me," Gao Ming said in a low voice, but still loud enough for the surrounding people to hear, who then consciously moved a bit further away from him.
Sensing the crowd's reaction, Gao Ming gave a bitter smile, "I am a teacher at Xinhu First High School, you can just call me Gao Ming."
"Strange name." An auntie who looked already retired sized Gao Ming up; she was the oldest among them all.
