Mo Xuan, seated in the main chair, was enthusiastically suggesting his ideas regarding the eleventh clause.
In the unseen depths of Tang Haofei's heart, he had already torn this pale-faced man into hundreds of pieces.
"Tang? Tang? Do you have any thoughts on this clause?"
The gentle call, to Tang Haofei, sounded no less than the roar of a Demon Fiend. Tang Haofei swallowed hard, laboriously picked up the documents beside him, and began reading them word by word.
Just as Tang Haofei was being driven to distraction by the various clauses on paper...
KNOCK... KNOCK... KNOCK...
A crisp knock echoed from the door. To Tang Haofei, it sounded like a life-saving melody.
"City Lord Mo, you see..." Old Tang shot Mo Xuan a look, signaling that Mo Xuan should attend to his business first and not mind him.
