"Uh..." Ye Chen paused, then immediately grinned, pulled out a pack of premium Hong Shuangxi cigarettes from his pocket, handed one over, and said with a smile, "Mr. Fatty, here, have a smoke to cool down!"
"Is it you?" The chubby man cocked his head in surprise, and said, "You kid passed the test too?"
"Hehe, you're underestimating me, aren't you?" Ye Chen hooked his arm around Mr. Fatty's shoulder with a smile, and said, "Those guys aren't enough for me to handle! I came to report to the security department today, didn't expect to see an old friend like you, can you tell me where I need to go to register?"
"Register?" Mr. Fatty chuckled and turned to scold the few security guards standing nearby, "Why are you still standing around, waiting to be scolded?"
