"Holy Son Ming Gu, Holy Son Ming Wang is asking for you." Xue Fu cleared his throat quietly before speaking out from outside the door.
But Ming Gu seemed oblivious to Xue Fu's voice. He continued to concentrate on polishing the article in his hand.
Xue Fu spoke up another two times but failed to get a response from Ming Gu. He sighed in frustration and had no choice but to turn back.
"My humble greetings, Holy Son Ming Wang. Holy Son Ming Gu is…" Xue Fu stood respectfully before Ming Wang. Seeing Xue Fu arrive alone, Ming Wang already knew the outcome before Xue Fu finished his sentence.
Ming Wang remained impassive. He just continued to study the file in his hand as he commanded half-heartedly, "Bring him here."
Xue Fu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Bring him here? He could only dream of doing that.
