The night was dark but the Qiyun Protectorate's Office was still lit up.
After settling today's situations and meetings, Yan Liqiang sat in his office looking at the documents Wang Jianbei had left behind.
This was the wealth of Qiyun Prefecture. The first thing the Qiyun Protectorate General had to do was understand his own prefecture.
After some time, Yan Liqiang stretched his back. He felt a little thirsty and drank the tea on his table. Immediately, he realized that the tea was cold. Hu Haihe had changed a few cups of hot tea for him but Yan Liqiang had forgotten to drink them all. Just when he wanted to drink it, the tea was already cold.
"Ah, my lord, let me make some hot tea for you…" Yan Liqiang's drinking sound woke up Hu Haihe who was guarding the office.
