The man teased, "Yo, Little Zhe, Little Peng, what kind of wind did you guys catch that made you stop loafing around and start delivering parcels? This is really like the sun rising from the west."
"Bro, I suggest we change places. Our miserable lives began at the Emperor Hotel; it's really not a good place."
The man saw the message and questioned, "How could it not be a good place? It's a paradise for the wealthy."
"Bro, what paradise? It's simply hell, and the person who put us in such a position is the boss there."
"If that's the case, I'm even more curious now. Just what kind of person could turn you two pampered sons into this."
Zhao Zhe and Sun Peng looked at the message and reluctantly shook their heads. Since the person they called "bro" was determined to go, they had no choice; it was headache-inducing just thinking about it.
Ye Chen suddenly sneezed a few times, wondering if he was catching a cold.
