"Both of your teams had no casualties, so why the long faces as if someone just died?"
Back in the office, Huo Qingyang took off his coat and tossed it casually onto the coat rack, then pulled a military flask from the drawer. "Li Family's liquor—care for a swig?"
Seeing neither of them react, Huo Qingyang couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"What did I tell you two at the beginning? Wasn't it to study hard and mind your own business? Who asked you to come? Wasn't it a decision you made yourselves? Now you're faced with a bit of pressure, and you can't handle it, so who are you pulling these faces for?"
Wang Yunxiao opened his mouth but didn't dare to retort.
Huo Qingyang was right—it was his own doing. If he hadn't been greedy for that extra five yuan of overtime pay, swayed by Qiao Hongyi's persuasion, and had just stayed in school studying, he would never have encountered the upsetting events of the previous night.
There was no reason to blame Qiao Hongyi.