Yu Xiheng caught the cushion thrown at him with one hand and sighed softly, "Mhmm, I'll try my best."
Si Fuqing clapped her hands.
As she turned around, she saw Jiang Changfeng and JI Xingzhi staring intently at her.
Their expressions were oddly peculiar.
"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen an employee resist a capitalist before?" Si Fuqing said expressionlessly. "Everyone wears a mask. It just so happens we are the Five States team. I've ordered a batch of Emperor Yin's masks. From now on, this will be our signature. Any objections?"
Hearing this, Yu Xiheng looked up and replied nonchalantly, "Not a bad idea."
JI Xingzhi shivered.
When gods clash, mortals suffer.
In front of the two powerhouses, he didn't dare make a sound, let alone voice any objections.
Jiang Changfeng said, "No objections."