"Second Young Master, please!"
Meng Ping stood up and walked out unhappily, "What? Are you finally letting me out?"
"Hmm!" Zhao Changqi nodded, "The little fat man and the others are waiting for you outside." After speaking, he didn't have time to say more and directly left with his men.
Meng Ping sniffed himself and walked out in disgust. What bad luck, once he's out, he must have a thorough sauna bath.
"Boss, you're finally out, I've missed you so much." The little fat man rushed up to Meng Ping as soon as he saw him, tears of excitement filling his eyes, "Boss, Boss..."
Saying that, he started crying on Meng Ping.
"What's up with you? Got bullied?" Meng Ping disdainfully pushed him away, "Aren't you bothered by the smell on me?"
"Not bothered, Boss!" The little fat man wiped his tears, "I almost couldn't see you anymore."
