He hummed softly, his gaze sliding to Huo Wu, who had already set everything up and was carefully studying his tablet screen like it contained the secrets of the universe.
"Master," Huo Zhen's voice came from near the desk, where he stood holding a stack of documents. "We have files here that need your signature."
He'd been standing there for the past few minutes, watching his normally media-averse, camera-phobic master clinging to his wife like a possessive octopus. It was... unprecedented. Huo Ting Cheng had spent years avoiding social media platforms and dodging journalists. Why was he suddenly willing to appear on a livestream?
Huo Ting Cheng didn't even glance at the documents. "You can choose to take them to Secretary Li, or just dump them in the dustbin. You choose what to do."
His tone was pleasant, but the dismissal was absolute. His attention remained fixed on Tang Fei, his chin resting comfortably on her shoulder.
