Wei Jibei was in a very good mood today, it was apparent. He had groomed himself meticulously before arriving, in a rather fitting casual suit that made him seem even more refined and gentle. The smile that occasionally curled at his lips gave off a particularly warm and trustworthy vibe.
No sooner had they gotten into the car, and before they could even start talking, Zhan Se received a phone call from Emperor Quan.
"Where are you?"
Glancing at Wei Jibei, Zhan Se whispered, "Is something wrong?"
"Iron Hand is coming to pick you up, the agency is waiting."
"No need, I have things to handle today and I've already left."
"What's the matter?"
Zhan Se sighed softly.
