Mo Yu was not much better off than Shen Ru. Although his position was slightly higher, the information he knew was still very limited.
Shen Ru rummaged through the office and found only the factory's blueprints.
"Looks like you're not much of a leader, either."
Shen Ru studied the plans, not forgetting to tease Mo Yu as he put Shen Ru's shoes on for him.
"Naturally, I'm far better at being your lover."
The man ignored the sarcasm in Shen Ru's voice and pulled the zipper at his collar all the way up. Only when the red marks on his neck were completely covered was he satisfied.
Shen Ru comfortably enjoyed President Mo's devoted attention.
He had long since discovered that Mo Yu had an utterly outrageous hobby.
Mo Yu loved to take charge of every aspect of his life, wanting a hand in everything from his clothes to his meals. Even when Shen Ru ordered him around in front of everyone, the man showed nothing on his face, but secretly enjoyed it.
Sometimes Shen Ru even felt that Mo Yu did not want to be his lover. He wanted to be his father.
Without dwelling on it, Shen Ru turned his attention back to the blueprints in his hands.
He had never studied architecture, but he could still understand simple plans accompanied by written explanations.
This factory for creating a god had actually been built underground.
According to the plans, the place where Shen Ru had awakened was indeed the dining area, located on the first basement level. The second basement level held the offices, while the actual god-making factory was on the third basement level.
What god would allow statues of himself to be born underground, where daylight never reached?
Besides the blueprints, the office also contained a