"Yo, Zhao Tienan, that chick treats you pretty well, huh."
"Yeah, she's quite good-looking, lively, and full of spirit!"
"But honestly, her words don't mean much. Whether you've worked hard or not, it's my investigation that counts. If I say you're black, then you're black, and you'll never be white."
Wu Changzhou glanced at the youthful Sun Xiaowen, a malicious smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, his gaze seeming even greedier and more lecherous than Zhao Tienan's.
"Wu Changzhou, cut the crap."
"We've always minded our own business. There's no need to be so serious and push me to the edge, right?"
"Let's just let things slide. Even if you fire me, it won't benefit you, will it?"
"I'll take care of dinner tonight—stewed wild chicken with mushrooms, various mountain delicacies, and a pot of mountain grape wine. We'll have a good drink all night, and I'll send you back tomorrow. Deal?"
