"Bao Jiaxiang! Don't dawdle, where's last month's ledger?"
Kuang Chen's five fingers gripped the wooden shelf tightly, veins bulging on his forehead, his displeasure reaching its peak.
"I'll look for it, I'll look for it, last month, oh, the little treasure house consumed a total of First Grade Blood Treasures..." Bao Jiaxiang dared not face Kuang Chen's fury, quickly flipping through the pages. Seeing Lao Yingtian staying still for a while, he looked back and found him still there, dumbfounded, and hastily called out, "Yingtian, come over and register, what are you standing there spacing out for?"
"Coming!"
Lao Yingtian called out, his hoarse voice echoing in the treasure house, startling not only Bao Jiaxiang but himself as well.
