1259. Where is that medal?
Young Master Muh saw the man and guessed about seventy to eighty percent of the situation.
He waved his hand towards the female secretary, "You can leave first."
"Yes."
As the female secretary reached the door, Young Master Muh added, "Close the door."
The heavy glass door closed, isolating the inside from the outside world.
Young Master Muh elegantly leaned back, lazily crossing his legs, his eyes as cunning as a fox's, "Go ahead, what brings you here?"
"Young Master Muh, you should be a sensible person. So, I'll be frank."
Young Master Muh gazed at him leisurely, his hands folded under his chin, appearing ready to listen carefully.
"Where exactly is that medal now?"
Young Master Muh feigned a sudden realization, "Oh, so you're here for the medal?"
The middle-aged man's eyes lit up at his reaction, "Do you know where it is?"
Young Master Muh shrugged and spread his hands, "Sorry, I might have to disappoint you."
