After thanking Zou Shi, Chu Feng slowly pushed open the wooden door.
As he touched the door, he involuntarily grew tense, with images of the archetypal "Prison Warden" from movies he had seen in his past life popping into his head.
Gloomy, sinister, brutal, crude, bloody, greedy... There were all types, with not a single good one among them.
However, since he was there, he took comfort in the fact that considering the warm reception from everyone in the prison, the warden probably harbored no ill will towards him.
So, he steeled his heart and forcefully opened the door.
Contrary to his expectations, behind the wooden door was a spacious, tidy, and well-lit room.
The air in the room was filled with a faint, refreshing fragrance; a soft plush carpet lay at the entrance, and the leather shoes and slippers on the shoe cabinet were arranged neatly, with a black umbrella standing beside them.
