Xuan Bing squinted at Han Bingxue and said, "Oh? What have you done? You barely did anything. How do you know you can't handle it? Why don't you go deal with them first? If you fail or die, I will do it myself too, so that, maybe, I can avenge you. It's not a problem. I won't need your appreciation. We are travel companies. That is what I should do."
"I may not help you with that, but I can avenge you. It's not a problem."
"What…" Han Bingxue's eyes nearly popped out.
[What… What is going on?]
[This… This is not my plan. This is opposite of what I planned…]
[Did I… Did I go too far on the jokes…?]
Xuan Bing looked at him, whose sweat was dripping all over his body.
[I am done… This is over…]
Sunday's.