Fu Yun suddenly stopped, and Lian Rong followed, saying: "Mr. Fu, Assistant Minister invites you in, please come inside."
After speaking, he pushed the door half open, still smiling as he looked over.
Fu Yun's heart was pounding like a drum, and after nodding in acknowledgement, he adjusted his attire with dignity, following behind him into the room.
The room wasn't very bright, with both windows closed. It seemed his guess was right, the people inside must have been napping just now.
After entering, Fu Yun hurriedly stood at the door, not daring to step further.
A soft chuckle came from behind the large study desk in the room: "Why is Mr. Fu standing so far away?"
On the other side, Lian Rong had already opened the window, and as daylight streamed in, everything inside the room was revealed.
