"What are the comrades' names?"
Jin Boqing scrutinized Li Yan and Ren Ni, who were seated opposite him on the sofa.
"My surname is Li, and his is Ren. The old master calls us Little Li and Little Ren, so you can too," Li Yan said with a beaming face, his eyes looking at Jin Boqing with pure warmth.
Ren Ni seemed ill at ease and said nothing.
"Haha, you two comrades are truly young and talented. You must be indispensable by Mr. Zhao's side..."
"Elder, we still have work to do. If there's anything we can help with, just be direct. As long as it's within our power, we will not refuse," Li Yan interrupted.
Jin Boqing fell silent for a moment.
"Haha, good," he finally said.
Clearing his throat, Jin Boqing spoke slowly, "I'm going to die. I'd like to invite you two comrades to preside over my funeral."
"..."
Li Yan and Ren Ni exchanged a glance.
Unperturbed, Jin Boqing gently rolled up his sleeve to reveal that his thin arm was wrapped in thick bandages.
