Hearing those words, the hand that held the pen in Lang Xuan's grasp came to a sudden halt.
He looked up, his gaze locking onto his secretary with intensity. "What did you say?"
His tone was deep and cold, tinged with urgency.
The secretary, startled, faltered. "I, I..."
"Where are the embroideries?" Lang Xuan pressed, urgency lacing his voice. "Show them to me now!"
In a flurry, the secretary scrambled to present the collected photographs.
The International Youth Art Exhibition had taken place earlier in Glenn. Although it had a niche audience, there were plenty of high-definition images and news articles circulating online.
Lang Xuan began to compare the two embroidery patterns.
The core designs were undeniably identical.
He shut his eyes for a moment, clenching his fist. At that instant, all the scattered thoughts in his mind suddenly aligned perfectly.
