Chen Song was called by Tong Yuan'an to get a foot massage!~
Inside a double room.
Chen Song wore an eye mask, enjoying a foot massage with his eyes comfortably closed, relaxing.
"Chen Song, did your small boat with Lu Cheng really capsize like that?"
"Why are we so unlucky? Going to the countryside feels like a trial by fire."
"Your situation is a bit better. Here I'm defusing bombs every day, making me nervous and scared," Tong Yuan'an softly asked Chen Song.
"What small boat capsized?"
"Didn't you say it before? Being mediocre is a sin, and one must accept it; reality is that cruel."
"I'm mediocre and not hardworking, so I'm guilty."
"You said Lu Cheng is a jerk, acting differently depending on the situation, am I not the same?"
"If Lu Cheng hadn't claimed he could independently develop a new technique, I wouldn't have thought of directly placing him in the department."
