Buried in the eleventh thoracic vertebrae

"Boss, don't do such thankless things in the future. Look at the young director's face, it's as if we owe him eight million Yuan. " Su Yun said unhappily after getting into the car.

He, old he, and Gao Shaojie were in the back row, which was a little crowded. They didn't seem to be in a good mood.

Zheng Ren smiled."I'll treat you to a meal when we get back. How about that?"

"Eh? The sun has risen from the West?" Su Yun asked in confusion,"what do you think?"

"I didn't think much of it. I just thought that everyone had worked hard. Let's have some supper at the night market next to our house." Zheng Ren's energy bar was full, so he was naturally in a good mood. This time, he had come to save the situation and stood at a great advantage. Everyone had worked hard, so it was normal to have supper together.

Su Yun was a little surprised, so he didn't continue.