Zhao An really wanted to curse.
In all his life, he loathed organizations like this chamber pot most of all. Today, he had simply had no choice but to borrow it for a moment, only to find that not only could he not borrow it, but he was about to become the chamber pot himself. What kind of nonsense was this?
He almost stood up to flick his sleeves and walk away from Fourth Master Sun, but his backside felt glued to the bench, stubbornly refusing to rise.
Chapter 28