"You son of a..."
"Let's keep business and personal matters separate. If you asked me to go through fire and water for you, I wouldn't even blink. But if you try to steal my seat? No way!"
"Goddammit!"
Zhao Ci cursed under his breath and kicked him in the ass.
Yang Mo sullenly stood up, ready to give up his seat.
But Zhao Ci pushed him back down. "Business is business, personal is personal. You two are off duty today, no need to give me your seat."
Yang Mo: "..."
He lowered his gaze, took a few deep breaths, said, "Alright," and sat back down.
Zhu Li coveted Yang Mo's seat but was too embarrassed to snatch it. Seeing the comfortable expressions of the people in the front row waiting for the matches to start, she was practically green with envy.
Even though she had no business here today, she still wanted to watch the experts fight!
"Boss, can't you find us a seat? I don't want to stand..."
"I don't fucking want to stand either!"
