The Zhao Father and Son

Chenxi Magic City Branch, top-floor office.

If Jiang Ya and Lin Jiayu had been there, the office's layout would have taken them by surprise.

Compared with the top-floor office in Bo City, this one in Magic City wasn't merely similar. It was identical.

From the furnishings to the items on the desk, nothing differed from the Bo City office.

In fact, Mo Xie had proposed the design himself.

He was used to his old office and worried that a sudden change would feel strange.

With his hands in his pockets, Mo Xie stood before the floor-to-ceiling window. From there, he could look out over the Huangpu River.

Sunlight sparkled across the water, sending ripples across its surface.

He could also see the famous headquarters of the Magic Association, the Oriental Pearl Mage Tower, up close.

Behind him, Jiang Ting reported on matters concerning the Magic City Branch.

Mo Xie nodded now and then, occasionally frowning. It was hard to tell what he really thought.

"Chenxi's first auction house in Magic City officially opened a month ago. Would you like to inspect it yourself, boss?"

"Sure. I can take a look this afternoon."

Mo Xie nodded. He wanted to see the place for himself.

Just then, someone knocked on the office door.

"Come in."

A female employee entered and greeted them.

"Hello, boss. Hello, President Jiang."

"Xiao Qian, when the boss is here, you must call me Acting President Jiang. That's the rule."

Jiang Ting's face turned stern as she reminded the employee.

Xiao Qian glanced cautiously at Mo Xie's back. When he said nothing, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Understood... Acting President Jiang."

Jiang Ting nodded, then looked at Mo Xie.

He did not turn around. Still admiring the view, he said,

"You don't have to be so rigid.