Li Muxing led Yin Xie and Dong Ge toward the second floor.
Standing on the first floor, Li Mutian had a profound and unfathomable expression on his handsome face; no one knew what Li Mutian was contemplating.
Only after the figures of Li Muxing, Dong Ge, and Yin Xie disappeared did Li Mutian withdraw his gaze and push open the door to the study, entering inside.
Li Mutian approached the desk in the center of the room, bent forward, and pulled open the bottom drawer to retrieve a rather old file, its paper already yellowed, from inside, with his ink-black eyes flashing a fierce glint.
Li Mutian placed the file on the desk, crossing his hands under his chin while resting his elbows on the tabletop, appearing deep in thought.
The silhouette of Yin Xie he had seen earlier emerged in Li Mutian's mind, and he murmured something, unclear and indistinct, that no one heard.
