in the capital of yunjin, the cool wind outside the house made the shadows of the trees dance and fall on the wall, forming a mottled area.
when shi fang knocked on the door and came in, he was holding a stack of documents in his arms.
" third master, these things need to be dealt with tomorrow. there's a meeting with president zhang tomorrow afternoon, and an interview with a financial magazine that was arranged half a month ago. "
fu chen nodded. " how's the investigation of the backstage? "
shi fang only found out later that song fengwan had been hit by a piece of cloth. this thing wouldn't hurt people, but with such a big piece of cloth covering you, you would definitely be scared out of your wits.
"there doesn't seem to be any signs of man-made damage, but it has been in disrepair for a long time and can't stand being pulled."
fu chen flipped through the documents without saying a word.
"according to an insider, it was in miss ling's wheelchair."
