Cheng Juan slammed his fountain pen into the table.
The person who'd just told Lu Zhaoying not to get flustered had lost his cool too.
He quietly shifted the pen aside and reached for a cigarette, but did not light it. When he'd calmed down, a fog seemed to mask his face like a veil.
He tipped his chin up slightly. "Are you sure? That person doesn't seem that helpful."
"Flat Face already got it checked. He specially looked into the case of the seven undergraduates who'd lost contact three months ago, the traces are very similar." Lu Zhaoying found it unusual too. With one hand resting on the keyboard, he turned around to look at Cheng Juan. "It's unlikely for anyone else to be able to clamp down on Black Eagle, I think it must be that Q. You really don't know who that is?"
Cheng Juan spun a lighter in his hands and looked through the glass pane as a girl walked towards the office door.
