"So when the Speaker of the House knocks, we're just supposed to hand him over, right?"
Liu Zheng grumbled to himself.
But he knew that this was the biggest promise Si Xue could make.
In a place like Metropolis, a boss who doesn't make subordinates take the blame is already a good boss.
"I've been at the Bloody Restaurant for so many years, and the boss has called me fewer times than he has you these past few days."
When Liu Zheng returned to the break room, Niu Ma couldn't help but complain.
"This is not a good thing, boss."
He shook his head.
"What did you do this time?"
Niu Ma asked.
"The boss said that Peacock will order takeout tomorrow."
Liu Zheng said.
"... That's not a big deal, I can deliver it."
Niu Ma's tail quivered, then he said nonchalantly.
"But, it'll cost extra."
He said seriously.
"No use, the boss said as long as I don't deliver, Peacock will keep ordering."
Liu Zheng shook his head.
"So what do you plan to do?"