What kind of poison is this?
Bo Fengheng shot him a cold glare, and Si Chen immediately stopped laughing, his cheeks twitching as he held it in, "Cough cough… pretend I didn't say anything, carry on..."
In the end, they still climbed up.
Si Chen was forced to do it, lying on the pipe like a snake, a face full of humiliation, "I've never done something so embarrassing in my damn life."
Especially since his suit was covered in dust and there were cobwebs on his head.
"Shut up, don't think you can forget your roots just because you've been back acting the young master for a few days," Bo Fengheng turned his head and glared fiercely at him.
Si Chen didn't like hearing that and instantly bristled, "What's wrong with my background? When I was a soldier rolling in concrete, I was still a tough guy, who the hell spies on women's private meetings like you do?"
