The moment Lie Lang stepped into his study, the familiar scent of freshly brewed tea drifted toward him.
Han Luo sat comfortably beside the open window with one leg crossed over the other, a cup of tea in one hand and a stack of military reports in the other. Hearing the door open, he looked up with the same relaxed smile that always seemed to find its way onto his face.
"I was beginning to wonder whether I should send someone to look for you," he said with an amused chuckle. "Then I heard the entire fortress had become lively this afternoon. After that, I figured you were probably the reason."
Lie Lang walked past him without answering. He removed the heavy cloak from his shoulders, hung it neatly on the wooden stand by the door, and only then made his way behind the desk.
Han Luo watched him the whole time before lifting his teacup again. "You've caused quite a lot of trouble."
"I didn't intend to."
