Huo Qing'ang, Are You Planning Against Your Bedfellow?

Huo Qing'ang sat by the window, his erect posture illuminated in the warm, orange glow of the lamp, resembling a living canvas.

"Mr. Huo, summoning me in the dead of night is one thing," Jiang Xun, seated across from him, straightened his rumpled attire, expressing his displeasure, "But resorting to such clandestine methods, first climbing walls and then scaling windows, it's a bit... excessive."

A document of partnership suddenly appeared in Jiang Xun's hand, featuring the robust and pristine characters of Huo Qing'ang in the lower right corner.

"My apologies for misunderstanding you, Mr. Huo," Jiang Xun's eyes lit up upon a single glance, as if fearing that Huo Qing'ang might change his mind. He promptly tucked the contract into his chest pocket. "As long as Mr. Huo gives the word, whether it's scaling mountains or crossing fiery rivers, I’m at your service."