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Zou Bai was a little puzzled by his grandfather's transference of her to the intelligence team. Moreover, it was so sudden. He had yet to see the transfer order for approval, but his grandfather was already in a hurry to get someone to return to Jingdu City.

Zou Bai had started taking over these forces two years ago. Unless there were special circumstances, his grandfather would not interfere directly like this. "I understand. You can leave."

Yu Hong respectfully took a few steps back and turned to leave.

Zou Bai lowered his eyes, his thumb rubbing the key part of his index finger.

A few minutes later, Zou Bai saw a pair of fair and slender hands appear in his line of sight. They placed a bowl of chicken soup in front of the table and he came back to his senses. He looked up and saw Jiang An leaning over to ladle soup. He quickly said, "Thank you."