Dou Jiao and the others got into Tang Qing's car, taking up the back seat.
As soon as they got in the car, Dou Jiao got in the co-pilot seat, pinched Tang Qing's face, and said, "You stinky little brother, you finally show up, even made us wait so long. Now how are you going to compensate me?"
Every time Dou Jiao saw Tang Qing, she couldn't help but pinch the face that she envied so much, a face even whiter, tenderer, and smoother than her own.
All Tang Qing could do was to silently endure, in the face of these familiar and good-hearted people, he just couldn't bring himself to get angry over such trivial matters. As for the boss's dignity, haha, what's it worth? Can you sell it? Doesn't it get tiring to uphold such pretension? He felt more and more like a toy.
