The base commander narrowed his eyes, raised his chin, and seemed to look down at Bai Sang as if he wanted to look down on him.

Bai Sang sneered inwardly.

A short, stocky woman, and she still wants to look down on her.

"What about number 12?"

Bai Sang scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"Number 12 said she was willing to work for me, so I recommended her to you."

The base commander was silent for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing.

"Why didn't you say so sooner? If you had, I would have promoted number 12 to floor manager. Okay, I understand."

After the short, stout guy left, Bai Sang looked at the chair he had sat in.

"Little green, little green, disinfect, disinfect, I'm afraid I'll get sores on my butt if I sit on it."

Chi Yuan immediately became interested.

"Don't be afraid, sister. I'll put medicine on your sores."

[Hahaha, you're such a puppy!]

This little puppy is always looking to get a bargain.

However, I can also do the "puppy job" (apply medicine to Sister Sang).

[Watch out, Sister Sang's fiancé might chop you into seven pieces.]

Honestly, this ghost story is almost over, I wonder who will accompany Sister Sang in the next one.

I miss Yu Yuan; his face was so handsome.

Bai Sang: ……

What a cutie!

"Gu Yuan, go and give this to Number 3."

Gu Yuan took Bai Sang's note, and before he even left the house, he heard the news coming from outside.

"What? Number 3 came to be my assistant, and Number 12 became the floor manager?"

"Are personnel appointments and dismissals here so casual?"

Wan Haiyang wiped his sweat.

"I don't know what the base commander is thinking, but anyway, Number 3 will be here in ten minutes."

He lowered his voice.

"Logically speaking, the base commander shouldn't have given so much responsibility to Number 3. If Number 3 were to enter this place, there's a high chance something bad would happen to him."