Qi Jiu dropped his gaze on Tong Que's face again. He had just run back from the training field and was tirelessly cleaning here, sweat on his forehead, cheeks flushed, and lips red. Standing by the window, you could almost see the fine hairs on his face.
Qi Jiu's Adam's apple bobbed once, and he turned his head, cursing in his heart, "A grown man, looking like a woman all day, what does that look like? Tch, I despise this kind of person the most."
He must train the femininity out of this kid.
So, in Commissioner Qi's mind, he trains people for their own good.
Qi Jiu tapped the table with his foot, "Hey, what are you dragging for? How long have you been wiping that glass? How much time do you plan to waste? Come over here, clean this place; I've never seen anyone as dumb as you. When a superior asks you to clean the office, the first task is to clean the desk. If you delay the officer's work, can you bear that responsibility?"
"Yes, sir." Tong Que hurried over with a rag.
