Just sitting in a chair beside him, Feng Xin came in with two old people pushing the door.

"What happened just now? Why are all the notes coming? Somebody's making trouble?" A grey-haired, but extremely spiritual old man asked quietly and askew his head, and walked slowly into the office.

Dressed in a Zhongshan suit, the old man looks like he has the dignity of a superior. Next to the old man, another old man was relatively young, with glasses, neatly combed hair, slanting forward, covering the bald forehead in front.

Looking at Feng Xin's return, Guan Yu stood up, smiled embarrassingly and pointed to the debris on the ground:...