Wu Qing shrugged his shoulders and gave a light, shallow smile as he straightened his cuffs.
"Going there might not necessarily bring anything good. Given Old Iron's temperament, you couldn't beat a fart out of him with three sucker punches. If we don't help him out, I think he'll be doomed for life."
At this point, he seemed to think of something amusing. Getting all excited, he half leaned on the table, laughing quietly and mockingly, "Boss, what do you think of this idea? I'm supposed to check out Dragon Head these days. During this time, I could take Old Iron with me to swing by some entertainment venues, large and small,
Emperor Quan, seeing him laugh with a smug look on his face that was blooming like flowers, extinguished his cigarette butt in one go, raising his eyebrow teasingly.
"I think it's a good idea."
"Haha, then it's settled!