"Chief, I'm bringing friends over, so maybe you should... tone it down a little?"
Facing the 83-year-old comrade spewing words like a tiger or a wolf, Hua Ling expressed some helplessness.
Ma Yuliang, however, was indifferent: "At my age, I'm not embarrassed. What's there for you young ones to be embarrassed about? Admit if it's true, deny if it's not.
But speaking of which, I remember you often opened backdoors for Jiangcheng to that Xiao Feng guy. How come you've switched people now?"
"He, he and Xiao Feng actually..."
Just as Hua Ling was struggling with what to say next, Xiao Feng stepped forward: "I've been sent by Xiao Feng. This time, I've prepared a special gift for you."
"Oh?" Ma Yuliang showed interest: "How special?"
Xiao Feng smiled and said, "The uniqueness of this gift lies in the fact that it cannot be seen or touched.
Yet for you, it's more useful than something you can see or touch."
