"Of course, we need to change locations."
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After Old Juan left, the wooden door creaked and was gently pushed open again.
Chen Rui walked in, his footsteps somewhat heavy.
He stood silently in the center of the room, watching Zhou Qingfeng walk into the bathroom to change clothes. His lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word, clearly burdened with thoughts.
Zhou Qingfeng came out of the bathroom, casually put on a gray tracksuit, and took two pistols from the drawer by the bed. One he tucked into a holster under his arm, and the other he hid in an ankle belt.
He glanced at Chen Rui, and seeing him still standing there, frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't bottle it up."
Chen Rui's throat moved as if he had gathered his courage, and finally spoke: "Boss, can I… stick around with you?"
The words came from his mouth with a hint of bitterness.
