Tong Airui chuckled, "Tell him to go talk to his own grandpa about it."
"He already talked to Uncle Eight, but Uncle Eight didn't respond." Yuan Hang lifted his gaze towards Tong Airui. "What on earth is Uncle Eight thinking?"
"He's got a thin skin. Qiu Hong outranks him, and he just can't stomach it."
"But now Uncle Eight's rank is higher than Qiu Hong's. What's there left for him to complain about?"
"Bring Qiu Hong back and have him follow you around. Then parade him in front of Uncle Eight every day."
Yuan Hang burst out laughing, "Sir, if I do that, won't Uncle Eight beat me up?"
"Let him try! A subordinate hitting a superior—lock him up in solitary confinement if he dares."
Yi Luowa slapped Tong Airui's thigh playfully. "You're just wicked! Why did Uncle Eight send Qiu Hong away in the first place?"
