"You are an Overtime Boss! You deserve to be slandered!"
"I am a visionary," Yan Zhaoge corrected smoothly, tucking his hands back into his purple silk robes, looking utterly pleased with himself. "And I will make sure that you, little Chef, are going to spend the next two weeks learning exactly how a proper, industrial-grade kitchen operates. I hope you brought your heat-resistant gloves and other materials properly."
In the back of the yacht, the Vanguard Retinue had finally managed to properly dress themselves in their formal, starched white robes and be happy.
They looked up just in time to see the mysterious, overpowered purple-robed stranger casually pinch their terrifying, untouchable Vanguard Leader's ear, and the Vanguard Leader aggressively swat his hand away while bickering with him like an equal.
Lu Jianheng's jaw dropped.
Gu Zhiwei's eyes widened in horror.
