He remembered that mortals called such people bosses.
Zhou Shu's face darkened. Mu Zhixing is really shameless. He accepted his status as a worker so quickly?
But this is fine. A sensible person is easier to deal with than a tough nut to crack.
"What boss? You can call him Your Highness or Master," Yao Qing berated.
"Then, I'll call you Your Highness," Mu Zhixing said. "Your Highness, please give me your orders. But I've been injured by you. I'm afraid I won't be able to bear too much responsibility for the time being."
Mu Zhixing was actually a lazy and shameless person.
It made sense. If he wasn't such a shameless person, how could he have surrendered so easily?
Character determines one's fate.
"It's okay. It's fine as long as you still have your strength," Zhou Shu said indifferently.
He didn't expect Mu Zhixing to do much. To Zhou Shu, a worker only needed to do one thing—mine!
