Chang Ying was very arrogant.
Feiyun rolled his eyes.
These people, would they ever stop?
He was really fed up.
"Move aside, if you don’t move aside..."
"If I don’t move aside, what can you do to me?" Chang Ying was a scoundrel, taking pleasure in his mean-spiritedness, which made him particularly annoying.
Even Brother Bai found him detestably petty.
"Then I only have to..." Feiyun smiled, then suddenly lifted his leg.
"Ow." Chang Ying clenched his legs together.
Brother Bai felt a chill in his own groin.
"Sorry about that, just wanted to practice my kicks, didn’t see anyone there. Really sorry." Feiyun gave a slight smile, then quickly slipped away while Chang Ying was holding his leg on the ground.
Chang Ying was on the ground, in so much pain he couldn’t speak. That kid Feiyun had really gone hard on him.
Brother Bai: "Are you... okay?"
Brother Bai looked at him, empathizing deeply and gave him a hand.
After being helped up, Chang Ying still had a pained expression on his face. They stood there for quite a while before he finally managed to ease up a bit.
He walked with his legs still clenched.
Brother Bai felt a coldness down below and nearly lost his stride too.
"Damn it, if I catch that kid again, that Feiyun, I’m going to kill him." Chang Ying’s face was ferocious.
At this point, Brother Bai chose not to speak, silently supporting Chang Ying.
Although he was the boss, in such times, he had to save some face for his underling.
He was a considerate boss.
Getting kicked there, a man really needs a long time to recover.
Chang Ying took a long time to recover, but his face was still one of agony, so much so that later, when it came time to carry things, Brother Bai personally took on the task, not daring to ask Chang Ying to help.
Fearful of causing secondary damage.
"Chang Ying, have a good seat. It’s no problem for me to get it." He, Bai Aotian, was a very considerate boss.
"Brother Bai, you’re so kind." Chang Ying was touched.
Bai Aotian: "Cough cough cough... it’s nothing, just rest up, rest up."
With his underling in such a state, he had no heart to order him to work.
Just then, some slow-paced underlings, who had fallen behind earlier, had arrived.
So Chang Ying wasn’t needed for the moment, and he could sit and wait.
Brother Bai even considerately ordered a milk tea for him.
Chang Ying: "Brother Bai, you’re really..."
Although Chang Ying wasn’t very keen to drink the milk tea, because it was Murong who had prepared it.
Chang Ying was injured, so he was forced to rest outside alone. After Murong finished making the milk tea and brought it to him, he just sat down next to him.
"Hey, aren’t you that guy’s underling? Why is the boss working while the underling rests?" Murong clapped him heavily on the shoulder.
Chang Ying’s face twisted in pain again.
When Murong patted him, he was afraid to stand up, but then he felt a pull.
Adding insult to injury.
"I... got a bit hurt."
"What kind of injury? Is it that serious?" Murong sized him up.
He didn’t see where the man was injured.
Could it be internal?
Su Yinhe watched Chang Ying emerge with clenched legs and guessed what might have happened.
Only Murong, the fool, didn’t notice.
Su Yinhe might have seen it, but she wouldn’t say, out of consideration for the victim’s feelings.
She really was a good person.
"Just a minor injury."
"Your boss isn’t bad, eh. I wanted to ask why you guys are so afraid of me? Do I look really ugly?" Murong touched his face and asked Chang Ying, thinking he himself was quite handsome.
"No, no, handsome, you are extremely handsome, explosively handsome." Chang Ying felt he had to lay it on thick.
"So why are you all so afraid of me?" Lin Murong couldn’t understand.
"No, no, it’s because we think you’re incredibly powerful and domineering..." Poor Chang Ying, even injured, had to spit out rainbow farts.
"Is that so, is that so? I also think I’m extremely handsome, with charisma spilling over." As Lin Murong was praised more and more, he began to float away in self-admiration.
He snickered there, grinning foolishly.
Watching him, her face couldn’t bear to look straight on.
Then, she began to reflect, surely she wasn’t when she was praised.
She surely wasn’t this silly.
Su Yinhe bit her fist, beginning to introspect.
"I... surely I’m not as silly as him, right?" Su Yinhe asked Chi Yan while looking at him.
"No, you’re cute," Chi Yan ruffled her hair.
"Really?" Su Yinhe was half in doubt.
"Mhm. I’m not lying to you." Chi Yan truly thought she was cute.
"Alright, I believe you." Su Yinhe was reassured.
Then she turned her head and continued to watch Lin Murong acting silly.
Chi Yan’s small emotions surged again, if looks could kill, Lin Murong would’ve died countless times.
Lin Murong just felt a chill run down his spine.
"That’s weird, did the air conditioning get lower?" Lin Murong rubbed his arms, "Why do I feel a bit cold?"
"It’s fine though," Chang Ying had already started drinking his milk tea, Brother Bai had considerately gotten him a hot one.
He wasn’t cold at all; in fact, drinking it made him a bit hot.
So he didn’t quite understand Lin Murong’s feeling.
Lin Murong: "Never mind, never mind, I am strong and healthy, no problem. Come on, let’s continue chatting."
Chang Ying: "Ah? There’s more?"
When did they agree to continue chatting?
He didn’t want to chat with Lin Murong.
"I’m telling you, my name is Lin Murong. Just call me Brother Lin. What’s your name, what’s your boss’s name? How many underlings does your boss have? Are you the favorite among all the little brothers, your boss treats you so well." Lin Murong excitedly began his interrogation with the eagerness of a kid.
"I..." Chang Ying was quite scared.
This Lin Murong, why ask so many questions.
He wasn’t planning to wipe out everyone after asking, right?
Otherwise, how could such information be so easily obtained?
"What’s the matter? Don’t be scared. I am a nice guy," Lin Murong’s hand landed on his shoulder.
Even more terrified now.
"Why are you trembling? You said you’re not cold, right? I’m not even trembling from the cold, so you definitely shouldn’t be," Lin Murong didn’t understand.
"Okay, I’ll try. I’ll try hard," Chang Ying was trying.
"This needs effort?" Lin Murong was even more puzzled.
"Yes. It takes effort," Chang Ying clutched his milk tea, on the verge of tears.
He really, was so scared.
So Lin Murong just kept chatting with Chang Ying, one scared, the other excited.
But it didn’t matter, in the end, he got all the information he wanted.
Chang Ying didn’t want to talk, but Lin Murong, he really, was a great conversationalist.
As they talked, everything came out.
He really didn’t want to reveal it all.
It was all Lin Murong’s fault.
But, as they talked, Chang Ying forgot about his pain and his fear of Lin Murong.
As they talked, the two of them started to bond like brothers.
Su Yinhe: "Lin Murong, really would make a great paparazzo."