Yin Le used his thumb to flick off the beer cap and began pouring himself a drink. It seemed the brand of beer wasn't quite to his taste, as he slightly furrowed his brow.
"You seem to be in a bad mood?" Zhou Li asked.
"Maybe I've been too tired recently," Yin Le replied calmly.
"You've had it tough." To prevent him from feeling more upset internally, Zhou Li decided to show some concern. "Are we still short on personnel?"
"Currently, there are thirteen people in the entire southwest, and three of them, including me, are sitting in front of you." Yin Le sighed helplessly. "And most of them can only do clerical work, communicating with the Local Government. When tricky situations arise, there are only three or four people who can handle them, and these few have to fly all over the southwest."
"I see..." Zhou Li looked at Xiao Hua and Su Jue, who both lowered their heads next to him, and pursed his lips. "They will grow up quickly too."
