Zhao Hong slapped his chest without hesitation, "Bring it on! Young master is meant to govern the world, what could Lu Ting possibly throw at me that I can't handle?"
"Very good, I like your ambition! I have high hopes for you!"
Yang Ge gave him a thumbs-up, showing his approval, "Have you noticed anything after the snow melted these past few days?"
Zhao Hong glanced at him and smartly kept silent.
Yang Ge gently prodded, "Do you remember why you were reluctant to go out those days?"
Zhao Hong thought for a moment and replied, "The streets of Huaxue Street were flooded with dirty water; it was filthy and slippery..."
Yang Ge: "Does this happen in the capital?"
Zhao Hong shook his head, "I've never seen such a situation in the capital."
Yang Ge: "Do you know why that is?"
Zhao Hong fell silent again.
Yang Ge exhaled softly, "This is because the capital has a large number of storm drains for water discharge, but Lu Ting doesn't..."