"Then you… really are a genius."
Sang Hezheng opened his mouth, and after a long while only squeezed out this dry compliment.
"Don't say that, Master Sang, those two boys of yours are the real geniuses." Cheng Ye smiled and rolled down the car window.
As the Void Mist continued to disperse, the temperature was rising quickly, up to around ten degrees.
A light breeze carried the dust from the roadside into the car, lifting his slightly long fringe and adding a bit of casual flair.
Different people require different ways of closing the distance.
These old masters from the Mechanical Bureau, for instance, many of them have been around since Happiness City was first founded.
After weathering so many storms over the years, they're long used to human relations and the exchange of interests.
If you try to cozy up in some clichéd way, you'll just end up mediocre and banal, becoming one more ordinary acquaintance.
