"Understood, Master." Liu Feng shrunk his neck.
The lunch break quietly slipped away.
In the remaining time, the three of them worked seriously.
While working, Lin Li didn't stir up any trouble, completely following Zheng Hong's instructions. However, from the perspective of system tasks, he mentioned his concerns about pest issues a few more times, urging Zheng Hong to consider them seriously.
Zheng Hong didn't smoke another cigarette. Whenever he felt the urge, he would place mint powder on the webbing between his thumb and index finger, press one nostril, and inhale through the other.
This is still comforting!
Just kidding.
Zheng Hong stopped smoking simply because his cigarettes were confiscated by Lin Li and never returned. So even if he left Lin Li's sight, it was useless; he was resigned.
"The white dove of the chapel won't kiss a crow~~" Zheng Hong's pocket phone rang, not a call but an alarm.
