"Yo, senior brother, Good Morning!"
"Early, my ass! It's already half-past nine!" "How did you turn my office into your office?" Mu Qing asked angrily. Get lost, this is my territory!"
"Senior brother, aren't you being too stingy? I've just joined master's sect not long ago, and you, as his senior brother, aren't even going to give me a greeting gift? I think this office is not bad. I've been using it for so long that I'm used to it. You can give it to me!"
What did he mean by 'he's used to it'!
Mu Qing was so angry that he wanted to hit someone. He had used this office for so many years. He would have to find another one if he gave it to Jing Yiran. No way!
"Forget about this office! You want a meeting gift, right? Sure, here, this silver needle is for you!"
He took out a needle and handed it to Jing Yiran.
