Chapter 352: What Kind of Trashy Training Is This?

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Chongqing.

As evening fell, the red light from the massage parlor beneath Wild Trench spilled into the stairwell, sharply contrasting with the "First Class Meritorious Service" plaque forcibly hung on the rusty iron door plastered with locksmith's numbers.

The old man had made a special trip back a couple of days ago just to hang this plaque, and indeed, he managed to get it up there.

He must have bragged about it quite a bit to the neighbors.

But Fang Huai had never dreamed that he would face the same embarrassment as Ye Jiahong.

"Hey, old man, where did you hide the house key under the doormat?"

"You're home? Why didn't you tell me and your mom?"

"...I'm in Chongqing for training! I'm staying just one night, cut the crap and hurry up, I need to pee."

Fang Huai paced impatiently.

For some reason, the urge to pee struck him the moment he thought of home, as if by some physiological habit, held in all the way from the airport.