Leng Youchen's brows furrowed, and he immediately reached out to pull the drawer open. There was no obstruction, and he opened it with ease. His eyes narrowed slightly; he was certain that when he left yesterday, the drawer had been locked.
That thief must have had quite some nerve, daring to steal from him.
He rifled through the drawer and found that no valuable items were missing, but the order of the documents was wrong. It seemed that the thief was not after money or possessions, but rather...
He opened the last drawer, took out a kraft paper bag, pulled out the documents, and flipped through them casually. Someone had tampered with the files. He snorted coldly and locked the documents in the safe.
