In the white, dull office.
White walls reflected white light onto a white floor, creating a space that felt so sterile it seemed unreal. The only true contrast came from the woman seated behind the desk in a crisp white jumpsuit, her dark eyes moving methodically over the thin papers in front of her.
She signed her name at the bottom of another file. The door opened without warning, and footsteps echoed across the floor.
Without looking up, she exhaled sharply. "Zhao Jun, how many times do I have to tell you? Knock before—"
She raised her eyes.
The man in the black suit stood just inside the room, silent, unmoving, his hands at his sides. His expression held no regret. No apology. Only a composed stillness, the kind that made men dangerous.
"Forget it," she muttered.
She closed the file with a light tap. "What did you find?"
Zhao Jun lifted his hands and began to sign.
That night, Tang Xiyu slept with SuYe.
