So, Xie Qikan curved his lips in extreme helplessness and a touch of gloom, then stood up, adjusted his suit, buttoned the third button, and spread his hands with effortless charm. His expression was filled with exaggerated misery as he raised his deep black brows and glanced at the group of brothers.
"What?" The brothers were obviously intrigued and immediately asked.
"Rock climbing is done; this is called 'killing the donkey once the grind is done.'" Xie Qikan's lips curved slightly again, and he strode out first with dramatic flair.
As a classic representative of the cunning kind, even at the moment of departure, he couldn't resist teasing their boss, Gu Jingchen, one last time.
"Wait a second—aren't we not the donkey here…" The men quickly caught on and stepped out after him. Shaking their heads in feigned exasperation, they made it clear they were dissatisfied with Xie Qikan's analogy, though they kept pace with long strides, their voices fading into the distance.
