"Hmm, not really." Fu Jiu was acting modest about it.
Secretary Liang thought about how a certain someone used to go to nightclubs every day and had a record of being kicked out from a nightclub for being too much of a country bumpkin. He silently muttered, Young Master Jiu, your "glorious" past is really not that easy to sum up with a mere "not really"…
Lin Feng was having fun with this and was ready for a good chat with Fu Jiu. Who knew that before he could even open up more, someone had grabbed onto the wrist of his arm around Fu Jiu.
"Ca-Captain?" Lin Feng was afraid of no one but Qin Mo. Their Captain's methods were too scary for anyone to even think about. The key point was that he didn't even know why his Captain looked so cold in his eyes right now.
"I believe you still haven't finished the hand speed exercise I assigned to you today," Qin Mo's deep voice was rather emotionless.
