"Damn it, who is it? Interrupting my fun!"
As his good time was interrupted, Zhao Dongyue cursed under his breath. However, as the knocking persisted, his passion was mercilessly cut off. He straightened his clothes, which had been messed up by his female secretary, cleared his throat, and asked grumpily, "Who is it?"
"Uncle, it's me!"
The voice that came through the door was all too familiar to Zhao Dongyue—it was his distant nephew, Yang Jun.
If Yang Jun had been an insignificant person, Zhao Dongyue might have ignored him. However, the recent espionage operation against Xianhu Farmland had been thanks to Yang Jun's efforts. Zhao Dongyue actually valued such a capable nephew quite highly.
Therefore, hearing that it was Yang Jun at the door, Zhao Dongyue had to temporarily quell his thunderous rage and let Yang Jun come in.
