"Hey, the fire brigade looks ordinary from the outside, but the interior decoration is pretty nice, huh."
"Yeah... The environment here is way better than our unit!"
"Woo… Woo... I want to go home..."
"Ah, don't cry, don't cry, we'll be going home soon, okay!"
Fang Huai led a group of people bustling upstairs.
"Quiet~ quiet!"
"Everyone, to the fourth floor, assemble in the multipurpose hall!"
It was then that Cao Yi, leading a group, strolled upstairs leisurely, still discussing with Ye Jiahong how the recently deceased Fat Sister Lydia Sum filmed so many commercials and how much money she must have left for her daughter.
Fang Huai cursed inwardly.
Motherfucker, downstairs is bustling, and I'm running up and down like mad, while the two bosses here are chatting about Hong Kong entertainment news.
Without me, this squadron would fall apart.
