Shang Qinghua felt his hands getting numbed with the amount of scrolls he had to write.

And he had to constantly do them— for Mobei-Jun, of course.

“Shang Qinghua,” Mobei-Jun’s tone was indescribable, watching Shang Qinghua flinch.

“Yes?—”

“Come. With me.” Mobei-Jun didn't say, he demanded.