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Whoosh...
Who is this man?
I must find him and tear him to pieces!
Han Bing was standing under the showerhead, washing her body while clenching her teeth, eyes misty with both a sense of grievance and raging anger, her expression exceedingly complex.
Who was she?
The dignified leader of the Seventh Department, her status highly esteemed, had unwittingly slept with a man.
If word got out, wouldn't people laugh their heads off?
No, this incident could not be known by a second person; she had to investigate quietly on her own.
Han Bing spent more than an hour in the bathroom, scrubbing off a layer of skin, before returning to the bedroom wrapped in a bath towel, seething with murderous intent.
After changing into her clothes, she began to check the windows and doors one by one.
There were no signs of tampering.
Even the sheets were neatly arranged. If it weren't for the lingering sensation of being torn, she might have believed it was just a vivid dream.