After the food arrived and Xia Qingyi's appetite was sated, she wiped her mouth and sat on the sofa, satisfied. This was when she saw Mo Han seriously inspecting the document in front of him, one hand under his chin, mulling something over. He held a pen and sat on his office chair, immobile.

As Xia Qingyi was watching him closely, the door to the office opened.

"Please enter." said Mo Han, putting down the documents in his hand.

"Boss, here is the information which you requested this afternoon, regarding Zhang's ex-wife." When Liu Zhiyuan entered the room, he could not help but glance over at Xia Qingyi a few more times.

"Are there any new discoveries?" Mo Han thought about the tape that had been sent over by Zhang's ex-wife and furrowed his brow. After sending President Zhang's ex-wife off in the afternoon, he had called up President Zhang, asking him about the videotape to which he denied its existence adamantly, but when Mo Han asked about the exact situation, he would always y