Lin Li: "Brother Du, I'm entrusting you with my life's paper."
Du Zhuo: "..."
Du Zhuo suddenly felt that perhaps the bathroom stall wasn't meant to trap him with the crap, but to separate him from it.
Damn it.
Do your research institutes actually accept resumes instead of medical records when recruiting talents?
Suddenly, it didn't seem like the toilet paper provided was particularly dirty anymore.
Seeing no response from the stall, Lin Li stopped acting crazy, manifested a small pack of paper, slipped it through the gap, and said with a laugh: "Just joking, bro, want me to wait for you at the entrance?"
"Whew—" Seeing that paper was indeed passed in, Du Zhuo relaxed a bit, proving that Lin Li was at least still redeemable, and he waved his hand: "No need, wait for me by the car."
Lin Li felt a bit uneasy with him outside.
"Alright."
