Nick of Time

"Thank you very much, boss…!" Wen Jun cried with his tears streaming down his face

  Fortunately, he doesn't have snot. "Mo Yu-ge, you too, for saving this lowly one's life!" He said and cried as he knelt before Su Yu and Nie Fan as soon as they returned to Su Yu's apartment after their shift for today has ended. 

Su Yu grimaced as he looked at Wen Jun. It has been a long time since he last heard this old-fashioned way of expressing gratitude. His expression as he looked at Wen Jun looked complicated. He felt like Wen Jun, right now, looked like a sycophant eunuch, or a wretched ghost that is willing to become one's lapdog.

Thinking this, Su Yu retracted his gaze from Wen Jun's face. He has to clear his thoughts from the other.