The man in his fifties chuckled and said, "What kind of Eighth Master are you? Ever since you've joined the Longtu Group, I'm sure you don't even consider me, the Eighth Master, worthy of notice anymore?"
"No!"
"Really no?"
"Really no!"
The Eighth Master chuckled again, stood up, walked around the desk, and slowly approached Shen Ji.
During this process, Shen Ji kept his head down, not daring to meet the Eighth Master's gaze, looking completely different from his previous demeanor outside.
The Eighth Master stopped in front of Shen Ji, suddenly stretched out his hand, and pinched the flesh on Shen Ji's cheek. In an instant, Shen Ji's body tightened like a wound-up spring.
While pinching, the Eighth Master laughed and said, "It's been such a short time, and you've gained weight. It seems life has improved after joining the Longtu Group."
Shen Ji: "Without the Eighth Master, I wouldn't be where I am today."
Slap, slap!
