He spoke, his gaze fixed intensely on her, as cold as the depths of a pool, sending shivers down one's spine.
Su Jia opened the sealed section, then took out the stark white sheets of paper inside.
She knitted her brows, carefully flipping through them page by page.
With each page turned, her expression grew increasingly rigid.
With each word read, the shadow between her brows and eyes became more pronounced.
By the end, a dense cold sweat even seeped from her forehead, almost dripping down her delicate cheeks.
What kind of mood did the documents leave her in?
It was as if someone wielding an extremely sharp knife was viciously cutting into her heart.
And the person holding the knife was none other than Lu Yanhe.
That kind of pain was harder to endure than skin deep.
Clearly, Tang Yuzhou also just learned about this matter, and after noticing the anomaly, he immediately had someone investigate, and this is the result of that investigation.
