Yeyu Side Story 3: You've Done a Great Service, Brother

"Will it kill you to put on something thick?" The manager nagged as he draped a thick padded coat over Fang Yu, then pulled out a scarf and wrapped it securely around his lower face. "Other people get holidays for New Year's, but New Year's is your busiest time of year. You know that yourself, right? What if you catch a cold from not dressing warmly enough? There's a dinner tonight too. If you get sick, how much work will be delayed..."

The Alpha's nagging voice went on and on beside him.

The heat in the car was cranked up high, warm air billowing around them. Fang Yu let out a breath. "I know. I'm not wearing this. It's too damn hot."

"Say that again." The manager's eyes widened. He looked just like a father confronting a rebellious child who refused to wear long johns, his tone stern as he said, "When exactly are you going to treat that Pheromone Dysregulation Disorder of yours? It's more than ten below zero, and you're calling it hot in a wool sweater. Why don't you just lie down in an ice cave while you're at it? Maybe you'll cultivate some peerless martial art."

Fang Yu narrowed his eyes and smiled. "If I could really learn some peerless martial art, that'd be great. Then I wouldn't have to go schmooze during New Year's. Anyone who gets on my nerves, I'd just punch them."

The manager smacked him on the head. "I'll punch you! How old are you already?"

Still nagging, he pulled a small medicine bottle from his pocket. "Hangover pills. Take two before the dinner. Don't let them get you drunk, hear me? I have something else to deal with, so I won't be going with you. But this President Wang is a