The moment Qin Jiaxiang's pants tore apart, Song Shiye and Sang Chuan completely ignored the bamboo they were holding, their mouths and eyes wide open in shock.
This is it. They've really messed up this time!
[I mean, are you two carving out prawn veins for Director Qin or something?]
[Sang Chuan and Song Shiye just redefined the contemporary Pythagorean theorem.]
[Director Qin's dignity is still dignity, alright! This shame will probably haunt him for life.]
[I hereby announce that Director Qin has acquired a new magnum opus—red-bottomed floral-patterned briefs (doge emoji).]
Qin Jiaxiang felt a chill on his rear and turned around, bewildered and at a loss.
The moment he turned, Sang Chuan and Song Shiye performed a perfect "sliding kneel," raising their hands high above their heads as they bowed deeply to the ground, endlessly performing ceremonial kowtows before him.
