"Ahahaha, here comes the contract!"
The White Mist claw hooked onto Li Shoufu, and the Little Shen Dragon crashed through the window, flying into the study.
Li Shoufu landed on the ground, feeling relieved, composed himself, and bowed to Liang Qu and the Old Toad in turn: "Greetings to Marquis Xingyi, greetings to Frog Chief Historian."
"A personal matter, sorry to trouble the County Magistrate Li to come at midnight." Liang Qu clasped his hands.
"You're too kind, sir. Hearing from the Third Prince, it's just a contract, not worth mentioning the effort." Li Shoufu chuckled, readied the Langhao Pen, sat at the long table, leaned over to inquire about the contract details, understood them at length, and began writing.
In a moment.
"Rustle."
The paper shook, Li Shoufu blew the ink dry, and read aloud by candlelight.
