"Big Brother, you're not... suspecting me, are you?"
"You..." Emperor Quan's cold gaze lifted, he pondered for a moment, and a wicked smile played at the corners of his mouth, "If you hadn't reminded me, I almost missed counting you in."
With a little 'ah,' and watching the ever-changing expression on the boss's face, Wu Qing carefully thought it over and realized it was a Quan family cold joke.
"No way, that kind of joke isn't funny at all. It scared me to death."
Emperor Quan curled his lips and glanced at Comrade Iron Hand, who, wherever he sat, had no presence, then posed the same question to him.
"Iron Hand, what about you?"
Iron Hand's brow furrowed slightly, "If it were me, I'd definitely blend into the crowd. Without the sniper rifle, who would recognize me?"
Emperor Quan nodded slightly, noncommittal.
