"Clink!"
With a crisp sound of a spoon hitting the table, the man scanning through documents paused momentarily, then cast a puzzled look at the attendant beside him.
"Where's my soup?"
"Your Ma... Majesty..."
Seeing the slightly displeased look in the blue-haired man's eyes, the pallid attendant couldn't help but kneel with a thud, hurriedly explaining with a face full of panic:
"I... I... Your soup was just here! I just turned around for a moment, and then... it was gone!"
Gone after just turning around?
After hearing the attendant's explanation, the burly man furrowed his brows, having a general idea about the whereabouts of that hearty beef soup.
"Alright, it's not your fault."
Gesturing for the attendant to rise, the blue-haired man with a stern face picked up a silk handkerchief beside him, wiped the soup from his bristly beard, and then ordered indifferently:
