In a room filled with an ancient aura, a man in his forties was pacing around with a frown.
"Mr. Ji, Mr. Ji..." the middle-aged butler who had previously greeted Lin Yun and Cloud One hurried in, gasping for breath.
"Wu Bo, what on earth happened to make you so flustered?" asked Ji Lee, his brows even more furrowed.
"There... there's a visitor..." Wu Bo replied, breathlessly.
"I was just talking about that, don't you know? When I'm writing, send the guest to the living room. The train of thought I had, you've all disrupted it..." Ji Lee said indifferently.
"No, the visitor this time is no ordinary person." Wu Bo blurted out.
"What? Is it the Number One Leader coming?" Ji Lee shook his head.
It wasn't that he was blaming Wu Bo, but his emerging mood was interrupted, giving him an unpleasant feeling. However, having practiced calligraphy for many years, he managed to calm down his frustration.
