Su Huan wore a serious expression, "Let's not talk about me playing games, why didn't you remind me?"
Shu Wei's face was calm and composed, "Sorry, conductor, I only cut the projection just now, but didn't close the mic."
"Heh, I'm tired."
Switching off the microphone, the conductor's hollow eyes gazed at the roof of the train, "Being a leader of a faction isn't just about planning big directions, eating, and drinking every day, why are there so many small matters concerning the train..."
Shu Wei stared slightly dazed at Su Huan's lazy appearance, and his sharp face became somewhat gentle.
Su Huan felt a pair of hands caress his brow, lightly grazing the contours of his eye sockets.
"That's the kind of story only found in novels. However... as the train conductor, you can have anyone tell you stories."
"But stories belong only to the night."
