451. What instructions do you have?

"Ding—Ding—"

Her phone kept flashing nonstop from within her pocket; Tang Shu looked down to see it was a WeChat voice call and, after a brief pause, pressed the answer button.

"Speak."

A single word, cold and emotionless.

"..."

Shen Yan, who had originally intended to express his astonishment with a roar, suddenly felt as if he were facing a tyrant.

His bravado visibly deflated.

"Um... Boss, are you in a not-so-great mood right now?"

"No, busy."

While Tang Shu multitasked, speaking on the voice call and carefully picking rare herbs.

Listening to her boss spitting out words one at a time, Shen Yan knew she was genuinely busy, yet he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Could it be that grave-robbing has to be done at night?

What kind of superstitious talk was that!

"Boss, did you accept an invitation from the National Calligraphy and Painting Association to be a judge in some big competition?"

"Mhm."