C409 Cheng Zhongde

Cheng Yu leaned on the Desk and looked down at the short yellow silk roll.

This posture had been maintained for nearly an incense stick worth of time.

"Sir?" I couldn't wait any longer and interrupted his pose, "Stop being silent. Can you at least say something?"

Cheng Yu pushed away the Desk, and slowly stroked his beard: "The order has already been made