"Brother Binbin."
"Hey, Brother Xiao Yuan."
"This is for you, distribute and arrange it."
"Understood!"
Tan Wenbin turned his head to look at Zhao Yi lying beside him and encouraged, "Hang in there, brother."
Zhao Yi: "No worries, I trust my ancestors."
Tan Wenbin: "Yeah, rest assured, your ancestors definitely won't let you down, after all, your ancestor is my brother."
Zhao Yi: "Seriously, you still have the mood to say some cold humor now?"
Tan Wenbin: "Just worried I might miss the chance if I don't now. Should I organize everyone to come and pay their respects while you're still alive?"
Zhao Yi: "Sure, don't just mourn, according to the village's customs, you have to kneel."
Tan Wenbin: "There's no logic in letting seniors kneel for juniors."
