Of course, Lin Jin was oblivious to the fact that not long ago, Wang Ji had shamelessly substituted his work with his own.
Seeing that the eleven mutant eggs and evaluation reports were gone, Lin Jin assumed that Chief Wang Ji must have had them moved. He didn't mind that happening because all that matters was that he had done his part. Come to think of it, it was pretty tiring to stay up all night working.
Out of habit, Lin Jin felt around the back of his waist only to be struck dumb.
His fingers felt only empty air.
"Where is my painting?" Lin Jin was shocked. He had been carrying Gu Mengzhong's painting with him the whole time and it was placed around the back of his waist. Why wasn't it there anymore?
Swiftly digging his memories, he recalled that he had casually placed it aside after finding it troublesome to carry around during the appraisals. He remembered placing it beside the table.
He went over to take a look. It wasn't there.
