Click!
The thick double password door opened, and Lin Xian entered the tidy but empty office.
Although this was Zhao Yingjun's office, all the layout and arrangements were organized by Lin Xian; therefore... in this office, Lin Xian was far more familiar with everything than Zhao Yingjun herself.
He walked straight to a filing cabinet in the corner and took out a file box from the second-to-last drawer, placing the fake invitation and the seal with lacquer inside it.
"Perfect."
Lin Xian smiled slightly.
Zhao Yingjun's office was the best place to hide the fake invitation.
First, the fake invitation was meant for Zhao Yingjun, so it made perfect sense for it to be in her office.
Second, Lin Xian knew Zhao Yingjun's habits all too well; she would never touch this filing cabinet in her lifetime, making it a very safe hiding place.
