"Uncle Ling is old, and it's time for him to enjoy his remaining years. All you need to remember is that I, an Xiuwen, will be the manager of the blue cloud shuttle." An Xiuwen said unhappily when he heard everyone's voices.
"Oh, greetings, manager an. Greetings, manager an." Although everyone felt a little baffled, they still saluted. It didn't matter who was the manager. It was someone else's family matter and had nothing to do with them.
