C128 Disposition

Raising his head to look at the figure of Ye Ningxiao as he walked in, Fang Anwang lowered his head to revise his documents, ignoring her.

Ye Ningxiao didn't want to focus on this kind of boring thing, so he went straight to the point, "You called me over, is there something you need?"

The tip of Fang Anwang's brush paused, and an ink drop appeared on the paper out of carelessness