Feng Churui smiled gracefully and said, "It's been hard on you."
"Mayor, you're being too formal. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave. You must be busy."
"Yes."
Luo Anning stood up from the couch and walked towards them. She opened the box to see that there were some yellowed pieces of paper inside which were filled with characters that she could not understand.
It seemed to be quite dated.
Just as she was about to pick up the pieces of paper, Feng Churui stopped her and handed her a pair of white gloves. "Put them on. Their fingerprints are on the papers. By then, they won't be able to stand still even if they deny it."
"You're right." Luo Anning nodded.
After putting on the gloves, she carefully took out a piece of paper and slowly opened it. Staring at the characters on it, she asked with a frown, "Which Chinese characters are these?"
