Hearing her call him "Huaqiang," Wang Huaqiang felt his hair stand on end. His face changed drastically, and his voice trembled. "Ma'am, please don't. Just call me Wang Huaqiang!"
Huaqiang was his nickname. Only a select few in the army ever used it. 'If the Living Yama finds out about this,' he thought, 'my life is forfeit!'
Wen Ci paused, then broke into a smile. 'My subordinates were just this timid back when I was the War God.' With a slight arch of her brow, she asked, "Is Mr. Huo really that scary?"
Wang Huaqiang nodded furiously.
"If you're busy, you can go. I'll find him myself."
"Alright."
After Wang Huaqiang left, Wen Ci headed toward Huo Jingyuan's office. The corridor was silent. Through the semi-transparent glass, she could see Huo Jingyuan's figure.
Like a little thief, Wen Ci crouched down to stay out of sight of the window, stopped at the door, and raised her hand to knock.
"That was fast?"
