Mr. Yang clapped Mr. Zhao on the shoulder, his voice earnest and profound as he said:
"Buddy, Zhu Xingxing really cares about you. When we suspected there was a bomb just now, she was the first to throw herself towards you. You know what's in her heart, right? Don't string the girl along anymore."
Mr. Zhao nodded, pulled down his mask and looked at Mr. Yang.
"Don't worry, Mr. Yang, I know what to do. Even if she beats me up every day for the rest of my life, I'll accept it. After all, she was willing to risk her life to be with me. What more could I ask for? When I get back, I'll discuss setting the date with our families. I'm not Zhou Xiaozhou."
Mr. Yang coughed, and Mr. Zhao's movements halted, he quickly retracted his hand.
"I'm not Zhou Xiaozhou. I don't have his brains nor his abilities. But as long as we're careful, we can still do our jobs well. Let's not waste any more time. Everyone's waiting out in the backyard. Let's go check the next room."
