The soap slipped to the ground, and Ju Tianrui coughed, the atmosphere a bit awkward.
But he still walked over and picked it up with his toes.
"By the way, Old Qin, where did Old Zhou go?" Ju Tianrui used the question to cover his awkwardness.
Old Zhou used to be Old Qin's assistant at the lathe factory, and everyone there had transferred from the military.
Old Qin thought for a while and said, "He probably went to the interrogation room together. During the outbreak of the protest, he was on-site, so he probably went to assist with the interrogation."
Lao Yi stretched lazily, letting the hot water spray on his face.
His calves, arms, and even stomach were covered with thumb-sized bumps, all from mosquito bites from the past few days.
"If we count the time, Old Ju, Xiao Jun at Oil City, his shift is probably due as well, we don't know who among us will go next."
