The man known as Little Huang remained silent.
"Look at you, no sense of humor."
Sighing, the King of Han closed the fishing creel, picked up the fishing rod, and stood up, "If Zhou Li were here, we'd already be debating whether Su Daji wearing black stockings counts as night attire."
Little Huang remained silent.
He wasn't silently protesting, just at a loss for words.
Listen to yourself, is this the kind of nonsense I'm supposed to deal with as an undercover worker?
"As an undercover worker, you need to balance reality and work."
The King of Han nonchalantly asked, "Have you visited your grandpa recently?"
"The Shadow Servant doesn't take breaks."
Little Huang calmly gave an answer that sidestepped the question.
"Foolish, do I have to teach you how to exploit public affairs for personal gain?"
