Qinghe raised an eyebrow with a playful smile, "If you can manage, of course, I would be most at ease having you oversee everything."
Mu'er immediately shook his head like a rattle drum, looking at Qinghe with a mournful expression and complaining unhappily, "We had an agreement that I wouldn't have to handle anything and just focus on my research. But what happened? I've almost become your slave. The villa was to my own liking, and I volunteered to help you design it, which is one thing. But then, I also helped you make weapons, train people, and even occasionally do your dirty work—hacking into computers one day, infiltrating national secrets the next. There's nothing I don't do. All my skills have been completely wrung out by you. And now you even want to squeeze me more..."
