"Oh?" Director Li rose from his seat, closing in on Shi Koufan with a gloomy air, "I'm full of nasty tricks?"
"No, no..."
"I'm a nasty old man?"
"Not at all..."
"Alright, no need to say anymore. Shi Koufan, get off the car now and walk to the hotel yourself."
"Don't, Director, I was wrong."
"So, Wen Qiao, tell me," Director Li turned his head to look at Wen Qiao, who was sitting in the second row sucking on a straw in his fruit tea, "What should we do with someone like Shi Koufan who doesn't take the director seriously?"
Wen Qiao, suddenly called upon, paused: "Why am I the one to say it?"
"Because you're the darling of the group."
The sardonic voice of Director Li echoed from within the vehicle.
Wen Qiao spit out his straw and chuckled, "Then give him a red card. His behavior is much worse than when Qi Ming and I were disrespectful last time."
Director Li nodded, "I think that's a good idea, later I'll—"
