An Endlessly Repeated Rhythm Could Hardly Be Called a Song

"Cough, cough!" Noticing the increasingly strange look in Uzumaki Ichiya's eyes, Kaminari Monko instinctively coughed a few times and hurriedly reined in the gloating smile on his face. He said seriously, "Does Lord Yun Chuan have any other suggestions?" "Everyone has their own specialty. I'm not as good as you in this regard, so I won't give random orders." Yun Chuan shook his head and smiled. "Let's leave it at that for now. If the budget isn't enough, remember to submit it to the Finance Department for reimbursement." "Understood.