"Zhao Xuan," the young man with the surname Zhao introduced himself, shaking Ye Fei's hand. He asked, "Brother Liu, how long are you sentenced for? What did you come in for?"
"Three years, for rape," Ye Fei replied honestly. He had a good impression of Zhao Xuan and saw no reason to hide the truth from him.
Besides, it was impossible to keep such a thing a secret. It was better to be upfront and avoid any future misunderstandings.
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Zhao Xuan's hand, which had been holding Ye Fei's, jerked back as if stung by a scorpion. His gaze turned cold, and a hint of murderous intent flashed.
"Do you know what kind of people I hate the most?"
"Rapists, right? I detest them too. It's not something a human being should do," Ye Fei said calmly, unfazed by the sudden hostility.
Zhao Xuan had almost lost control and was about to act, but Ye Fei's words made him pause. After a moment, he asked, "Then what about you?"
