On Wang Yu's forearm, there was a rather inconspicuous scar that looked like it had been there for many years, resembling a chrysanthemum. Compared to the surrounding skin, the scar looked slightly whiter.
Seeing the pose that Wang Yu had struck at the moment, Wang Min almost felt an urge to laugh, but she couldn't, because if she did, it would embarrass Wang Yu.
So, Wang Min tried her best to suppress the laughter, but a hint of it still involuntarily tugged at the corner of her mouth.
"Vice President Wang, Zhao bureau and I will take our leave now. Let's have a good chat some other time!"
After shaking hands with Wang Yu, Wang Min glanced at his forearm unintentionally, and when her gaze fell upon the chrysanthemum-shaped scar, her body shook uncontrollably and she stepped back twice, the smile on her lips vanishing instantly.
"Leader Wang, what's wrong?"
Not just Wang Yu, even Zhao Tianyang noticed something was off with Wang Min and quickly stepped forward to support her.
