Sun Qingwen and Jiang Biebu were carried out of the residence like chickens and thrown on the ground. They were both shivering.
Jiang Biebu shouted repeatedly, "Sir, this is a misunderstanding. I'm Jiang Biebu, the son of Jiang City's warlord. I have come here to visit and I'm not with them!"
"Jiang Biebu? Let me think. Yeah, that's right! There's your name on it too!" Hong Bao burst into laughter. "You have saved me some effort!"
He then took out a piece of paper, but didn't understand a word of it.
"You read it!" He threw the paper to the person behind him.
"You do it!" The person behind him threw it to another person without even looking at it.
"Don't you know that I can't read?" That man shouted fiercely. "What about Little Fifteen?"
"Little Fifteen's wife is giving birth today, and Sir gave him two weeks off!" someone answered
"You read it yourself!" They handed the paper to Jiang Biebu and Sun Qingwen.
