"Master, it's not difficult to see Derek. This man hardly ever goes out, and most of his business depends on computers." Yebo is worried.

Ye Nianmo closed the papers on his desk in a flat tone. "Let him come to me by himself."

The strong man in the manor stood at Derek's desk. His only function was to carry him somewhere else when he needed him, and Derek was buried in a thick bill.

The strong man sighed that at this time, it was the busiest time for the man and the most temperamental time for him.

"Bang!" From the famous ceramist's custom-made ceramic cup straight on the ground cracked,...