In the office of the Special Service Bureau, a virtual door suddenly appeared in the empty space beside Baili Qing's desk.
Baili Qing had already received the message that Yu Sheng was coming over, so she wasn't surprised at all. After a simple greeting, she continued to focus on her work, her face as stern as usual: "Hold on, I'll finish this up quickly."
Yu Sheng carried Erin in, opened the door, and casually moved a chair from the side to sit down (this chair had almost become his designated seat whenever he came here), watching Baili Qing reviewing documents with an intense aura of bitterness and resentment.
The small puppet in his arms squirmed restlessly, lifted its head, and muttered softly, "Hey, Yu Sheng, the Ironclad Expression seems to be in a really bad mood today."
Before Yu Sheng could respond, Baili Qing, who was reviewing the documents, suddenly looked up: "I'm not the Ironclad Expression."
