Boss Luo let out a bitter smile. Up to now, he had not only begun to feel a kind of headache—of course, it might also be because his time was currently evaporating at a frantic pace, heavily suppressing his thinking.
"I think I'm probably going to keep tangled up over this question for a very long time."
The Club Owner said calmly, "You can keep tangling over it. You have more than enough time to agonize over this question. Maybe the longer you doubt, the better it will be for you. In fact, you can still find things you can do… Once you officially become a Proxy Agent, you'll probably never feel any joy again."
Luo Qiu frowned. "Going by what you say, my future self should be even less inclined to let me understand this here with you."
The Club Owner leaned back again, a distant glint flashing in his eyes. "Perhaps, in an even more distant future, your future self has found a way to resolve all this, and that's why this had to be done. Anything is possible, isn't it?"
