Wu Qing laughed heartily, innocently patting the spot of his military rank on his shoulder with a meaningful smirk, "Can't help it, I can't afford to provoke him, gotta follow his orders, you know?"
"Don't know." Wu Jiang answered crisply, "So he's your superior?"
Wu Qing cracked a smile, laughing softly and replied very naturally, "Isn't that the case? He's got more sway than I do, people have mixed themselves up, your buddy here, get it?"
I get it.
But...
Wu Jiang vigorously rubbed his forehead, disheartened, "Tell me, what's this all about? All this for a woman, is it necessary? Is he King Zhou You or what?"
Iron Hand? King Zhou You?
Trying to hold back his laughter to the point of bursting, Wu Qing looked at Wu Jiang, his peach blossom eyes gleaming mischievously.
"Don't worry, Jiang Zi. It won't affect your business, and who knows, you might even get a good citizen award out of it."
"What does that mean?" Wu Jiang was utterly confused.
