When the name "Li Shang" was mentioned by the technician, the special agent's face instantly turned as dark as iron, and his knuckles drummed a dull sound on the table.
Feng Ju inwardly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had narrowly passed through the ordeal.
One tip for surviving in the workplace: the leader's anger will not disappear, but it can be redirected.
Next up was the reconstruction discussion of the case, aiming to dig out more clues about Zheng Hang.
As Feng Ju concentrated on contemplating, numerous doubts involuntarily emerged in his mind, intertwining like a tangled skein:
"Eighth Academy? Isn't that Feng Mu's university? Mask... Zheng Hang, who was actually a schoolmate of Feng Mu?"
"March 18th seemed to be around the time when Feng Mu dropped out of school; could it be such a coincidence?"
Feng Ju repeatedly asked himself, yet felt it might be a bit far-fetched, shaking his head as he reassured himself:
"Maybe I'm overthinking it."
