It was afternoon, and the sun was at its peak.
Inside the office, Pei Shaoqing lazily enjoyed Ye Hanshuang's head massage while pondering how to root out the mole in the Hundred Households who had been bought by County Magistrate Wang.
But for some reason—perhaps because Ye Hanshuang's soft bosom was pressed against the back of his head—his thoughts felt sluggish.
He just couldn't come up with a good plan.
He suddenly found himself missing his tablet.
"Brother, can you let me try?"
Ye Hanshuang's voice suddenly sounded beside his ear.
Pei Shaoqing asked in confusion, "Try what?"
"What Miss Zhao did last time… It hasn't been my turn yet," Ye Hanshuang said with a completely serious expression. She could see her brother was in a bad mood and wanted to make him happy.
Pei Shaoqing drew in a sharp breath. Looking at his sworn sister's earnest gaze, he just couldn't bring himself to refuse.
'After all, I've always enjoyed helping others.'
