Eighth was like a zealot. He couldn't stand the slightest misunderstanding from others when it came to his idol. Of course, he forgot he had also misunderstood it before and was worried that his boss couldn't distinguish between public and private matters and adversely affect the Metahuman Squad.
After saying these words, he felt very sad. He was like a child, suddenly realizing how hard it was for his father to raise all of them.
However, Tang Mingchu didn't grasp that moment of sorrow. "So, it didn't affect his work? That's really amazing. But if he thinks he can get my sister's love just like that, then he's dreaming!"
Eighth was speechless. No matter what he said, it would always be wrong.
