Working as the General’s assistant was no easy feat, especially when every afternoon you walk in with a new pile of documents, the man is still slowly going through the ones from the previous day.

“Ah, you’re here.” Jing Yuan grinned lazily, his head resting against his hand as he absentmindedly thumbed through the papers.

The man paused before stretching and yawning, letting his golden eyes meet yours again.

“Can’t Diviner Fu handle this…” He smiles, a cheeky expression on his face.