"You're not going to force me to do manual labor, are you?" Song Jinmin asked.
"Don't put it that way. I'm not sure if I'll need your help yet," Lin Yi said.
"Besides, you work for my dad. I'll make sure he gives you a raise. You won't be helping for free."
"Don't mention your dad. When we went out for hotpot and lamb, your mom flipped the table. I had to pay for all the damages."
"Uh..."
Lin Yi was at a loss for words. It was indeed a tough situation for them.
"So, I think you're a bit better than your dad. At least when you go out for a massage, you know to pay for it yourself. I'm quite pleased with that."
"If you put it that way, I don't feel guilty anymore," Lin Yi said. "Get ready. We might leave in a few days."
"Is it to kill someone?"
"It's not that bloody, but if we encounter anyone disobedient, we might have to rough them up a bit."
