"Then you're coming this afternoon, right? How long have you been dragging this promotion thing? I'm about to retire, and you're shameless enough to have me keep supporting you in the department?" Mr. Devans was already at retirement age,
Dylan Young picked out the shrimp and said, "You're overthinking. I'm not embarrassed at all."
Mr. Devans: "…Brat, I don't care about you. You must come this afternoon."
Dylan Young said, "I'll go tomorrow. I don't have time today."
"You're getting more stubborn, aren't you? I tell you, the higher-ups have an opinion about you. If you don't come over, your promotion might just fly away."
"Flying away sounds just right. I don't want to do it."
Mr. Devans gritted his teeth angrily: "I really want to beat you up. You're still so young, and you'll have plenty of time to spend with your wife in the future. Why bother with the moment? Do you even know which one is more important, wife or future?"
