Is this ever going to end? Warehouse, what's been going on with you lately?
The source was even closer than the iron gate. In the silence, certain sounds were all too easy to make out.
Not to mention that Fu Qian's recent experience in this particular area could practically be called extensive.
Yet it was precisely that wealth of experience that made the urge to complain in his heart unbearable once he confirmed what was happening outside.
He had never held particularly high expectations for employee benefits, but wasn't this double standard a bit too blatant?
On one side, Old Master Ji had turned into a palace playboy, with benefits galore. On the other, the newly appointed administrator also had plenty of benefit-filled scenes—except he was cast as the onlooking audience?
As the saying went, everything suffered from comparison. This was no longer a matter of whether he was interested or not.
After witnessing Ermu Mansion Palace earlier, this naked downgrade in benefits was enough to stir anyone's indignation.
Of course, dissatisfaction aside, Fu Qian still did not miss a single sound, doing his best to pick out anything valuable from that heap of onomatopoeia.
Unfortunately, the two of them seemed utterly absorbed. Their lingering sounds were almost enough to make one imagine strings of saliva, along with all sorts of other messy things.
Not until their passion had fully burned itself out did the two finally stop relying solely on body language and begin exchanging a few words.
"So this is the special place you meant?"
Fortunately, the man sounded somewhat advanced in years. He finally entered the stage of spiritual exchange with comparatively high efficiency.
The voice he kept low was clearly filled with the return of reason and logic.
"Of course. Don't you think nowhere could be