Nian Shutong looked towards the busy Fu Yunhe, with a touch of gentleness in her voice.
"He's always been like this."
[Oh my, such a gentle boss.]
[A gaze that kills, I think the boss is very doting and loves the Commander very much.]
[Of course! Who could force the boss anyway?]
[But what if that person isn't the Commander?]
This question was also asked, obviously not by the guests, but by Yu Zeming who was taking a life risk.
"If it weren't for him, you wouldn't have your boss." Nian Shutong's gaze drifted over and said: "The old me didn't have such a good temper."
Yu Zeming shivered slightly and dared not ask more.
After the three men finished cleaning, they didn't rush back inside but instead lit a bonfire outside, sat in a circle, and roasted marshmallows.
"Shall we sing?"
Shu Cheng proposed it himself, and the others naturally had no objections. The King and Queen of Song singing for free, you'd be wrong to pick on that.
