Qin Shou rolled his eyes, walked over to the sofa in the corner of the office, and plopped down, slumping into the cushion.
"Principal, stop joking around. Can't you see how drained I am right now? Light Giant? That thing might not even be from Earth!"
Qin Shou muttered, thinking about pouring himself a cup of tea to soothe his throat. But after contemplating it, he decided he was too lazy and exhausted, ultimately giving up.
Seeing this, Qin Long's face twitched. This kid really doesn't treat me like an outsider, huh?
He's getting more brazen—let's see how I'll deal with him!
Right then, Qin Long slammed the table, and an invisible force filled the entire room. The atmospheric pressure inside dropped instantly.
At that moment, Qin Shou felt an overwhelming fear, as if the world was collapsing, and a hundred smelly big men were piling on top of him, making it impossible to breathe.
I'm dead, I'm dead...
