Gazing down at the closed and locked door, Jian Qing's lip twitched slightly.
An Chong was always careful about his study room, the electronic lock of which required a password.
Jian Qing took out her mobile phone, typing on the phone with one hand pressing on the electronic lock with the other. Not long after, the electronic lock let out a 'beep' and the door opened.
She returned the phone to her pocket, pushed open the door and gracefully stepped in.
After entering, she once again closed the door, only then she turned around to look around the study. A faint aroma of ink permeated in the room. The layout was strikingly similar to the old man's study.
Her time was limited. An Yu and the rest could be back at any moment. Jian Qing quickly headed towards the desk.
She didn't find what she was looking for after rummaging through every drawer in the desk. Closing the last drawer, she stood upright, her brows knit together.
How can it not be here?
