Wang Jian scratched his head.
To be honest, he was really starting to feel overwhelmed. If he opened up yet another intelligence post, he wasn't sure if he'd even have time left to cultivate.
Seeing Wang Jian's bitter melon face, Shen Hao shook his head and said, "If you have something to say, just say it. Why do you look like you're constipated?"
"No, it's nothing, it's just that I've got too much on my plate. I'm worried I might mess something up."
Wang Jian was truly helpless. Every single thing in his hands was secret and crucial. If even one thing slipped, or he missed a single detail, it could cost lives—lots of lives.
These past few months, Wang Jian even felt the back of his head was getting chilly, like he was about to worry himself bald.
Shen Hao was stunned for a moment at his words, then chuckled and said, "Don't tell me, up till now, you've still been handling everything personally?"
