Flaw

The pen appeared in a white jade color, emitting a serene glow under the light, with a remarkable texture.

As he held it in his hand and gave it a slight squeeze, he noticed a subtle difference in weight compared to an ordinary pen.

Bai Pu's words could only deceive children. It was a coincidence to stumble upon the meeting room, and another coincidence to lose the pen.

When all these coincidences converged, there was only one explanation: it was intentional.

A pen? Hmph.

In her eyes, was he a fool?

How could she tell such a low-level lie to him?

But how many secrets of Yunsheng and Chengchuan did she hold in her hands?

How many people had this so-called 'pen' passed through on that day?

Several questions lingered in her mind, and Lu Zhaohe's deep gaze narrowed slightly as his distinct knuckles tightened.

The atmosphere in the office grew increasingly solemn.

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Bai Pu picked up the water cup on her desk and took a couple of sips.