Yun Zhijuan liked it more the longer he looked at it. Hugging the fishing rod, he stroked it for a long while, already itching to go fishing.
"Junior Brother, you really have some skill. Senior Brother wasn't wrong about you!"
Xiao Qimo started the car at a leisurely pace, letting Yun Zhijuan's words go in one ear and out the other.
He was just listening out of courtesy—there was no point in taking them to heart.
Ever since the Second Squad Commander joined the organization, he had clearly felt Senior Brother's partiality shifting, and at times, even his deliberate suppression in favor of the Second Squad.
"Enough with the useless flattery," Xiao Qimo said rationally, casting a sidelong glance at Yun Zhijuan. "Now that you're back, my stint as acting leader can come to an end."
The cultured man smiled faintly before asking, "So, when are you stepping down?"
Yun Zhijuan: "..."
Acting leader's stint is done, and the official leader is stepping in. Right?
