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Outside Old Zhao's office, the sounds of two people arguing could be heard from within.
“Xia Yuan, I told you, that old bastard Su Xuan would never go to Wokou Nation himself to look for anyone. Damn it, you just wouldn't believe me, and now look where we are—it's a mess!”
From this exchange, I immediately recognized who it was. Truly, it was Ma De, who couldn't stop cursing.
“What's it to you? If you're so great, why don't you go investigate yourself?”
The other voice must have belonged to Xia Yuan.
Seeing me eavesdropping at the door, Dan quickly interrupted my behavior. “Xiao Zhao, you can't listen in! The boss hates it when people eavesdrop.”
I straightened up and turned to Dan. “Hey Dan, what’s the boss's last name?”
“Of course it's Zhao. Why are you asking me this? He’s your dad!”
Hearing this left me speechless. If I could, I would love to pry open his head and see what was inside.
“Dan, you really are something. He’s my dad; what’s wrong with me eavesdropping?”
He looked at me with a dawning realization that made me want to laugh and cry at the same time.
“Old Zhao, I'm done!”
When I entered the room, Old Zhao looked at me as if he had seen a savior. He rushed over and pushed me forward. “You two stop arguing! This is my son, Zhao Lun. You must be meeting him for the first time.”
Then Old Zhao pointed at each of them in turn. “This is Xia Yuan; he’s Uncle Xia. That’s Ma De; he’s Ma Shu.”
When introducing Ma De, Old Zhao paused for a moment, clearly trying not to laugh.
“You’re Uncle Xia; you’re Ma Shu.”
Ma De stepped forward and patted my shoulder. “Damn it! Old Zhao, your son is really handsome! Not like that little bastard of mine.”
He looked just like me; I couldn’t bear to scold him because scolding him felt like scolding myself. “Damn it, he’s just a bit weak.”
Speaking of appearances, Ma De was the type of big, burly man with slicked-back hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and two scars on his face; his skin was rough.
Xia Yuan, on the other hand, had a scholarly air about him and looked rather ordinary.
“Ma De, you really are something; all you do is curse!”
Xia Yuan shouted at Ma De from a distance before walking over to me. As he passed by, he intentionally elbowed Ma De. “Zhao Lun, we’ve met before.”
“Xia…”
“Damn it! Xia Yuan, what do you mean by that?”
"What do you mean? You're blocking my way!"
Now I finally understood what was meant by the scene where two people start fighting as soon as they meet.
At that moment, Old Zhao's phone rang. The caller was my mom. Old Zhao immediately turned to them and said, "Stop arguing, my wife is on the phone."
Surprisingly, that one statement made both of them fall silent at the same time. It seems that even if the person in charge is not present, their authority still carries enough weight to intimidate.
"Hello, dear. What's up? Oh, Xiao Lun is with me at Base Camp, right?"
After hanging up, Old Zhao turned to me and said, "Let’s go pick up your mom. We’re heading to Ouyang Xiong's place together."
I simply responded with an "oh" and didn’t say anything else.
As we reached the door, Old Zhao pointed at them and said, "If you two want to argue, do it somewhere else. Don't make a scene in my office. You argue all day long and never seem to get tired of it."
Meanwhile, a war was also breaking out at Ouyang Xiong's house!
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