Bao Lebin wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.
If it was really the curator who got peed on, then it indeed deserved a laugh, but what if that unlucky dad with urine on his face wasn't?
The funeral parlour's bathroom often presented Bao Lebin with some things he couldn't comprehend.
But Bao Lebin dared not tell Jiang Xiao because this might violate the funeral parlour's rules.
.....
"What are you doing?!"
Bao Lebin looked incredulously at Martin, standing in the corner, accompanied by the sound of running water.
"What's the problem? If you won't accompany me to the toilet, I have to take care of it right here."
Bao Lebin: "?"
"A strapping man in his thirties, peeing in the room?"
"Do you have a problem with that?"
Unlike the short Okamoto Hirotsuka, Martin was a solid 185cm tall muscle man who wasn't afraid of Bao Lebin at all. Of course, he wouldn't dare to provoke Bao Lebin. Instead, he started to reason.
"Our employee manual doesn't say we can't pee in the room, does it?"
