Although he was going to the headquarters, Lin Lang was in no hurry to set out and leisurely returned home.
A guest had already arrived at his house.
The Marvelous Hand Boss, Zhu Ting.
"Boss Zhu, you certainly haven't been eating lightly lately." Looking at Zhu Ting, who had visibly grown a size fatter, Lin Lang found it rather strange.
Zhu Ting specialized in craftsmanship, and installing intricate mechanisms sometimes required him to squeeze into narrow spaces. Why would he let himself get fat?
Zhu Ting gave a bitter smile. "I'm going to die anyway. Why not make myself a little more comfortable while I'm alive?"
"I can't find Lu Xiaofeng, so I wanted to ask you a favor, Lord Lin. If I die, sorry for the trouble, but please look after my wife for a few days. Lu Xiaofeng will come and take her away."
Someone was voluntarily entrusting his wife to him. Lin Lang should have been delighted, but this man really was his friend, which made it rather difficult to make a move.
His bottom line might be flexible, but there were still things he did not want to do.
"Someone wants to kill you? Don't worry. With me around, you won't die."
Zhu Ting felt deeply reassured by Lin Lang's words, but still shook his head. "This isn't a small matter. I can't drag you into it, Lord Lin."
He was unwilling to involve even his childhood friend Lu Xiaofeng. He only hoped that after his death, the wife he had married not long ago could stay alive.
Some time ago, he had accepted another big job. After all, his reputation was well established, the payment really was generous, and, like Lin Lang, the client had given him ample room to let his imagination run free.