Qiang Wei opened the door to the study and pouted toward the inside, "If the chief left anything behind, then it must all be in here. However, I've checked everything when I came, and it seems like there's nothing particularly noteworthy."
The first thing Lu Bu'er saw were the neatly arranged books on the shelves, the electronic equipment on the computer desk, and the ashtray and cigarette box on the table. It all looked like the workspace of a twenty-something singleton, except it was filled with a feminine touch.
Yes, the scent of perfume.
He suddenly understood.
Long Ling must have stayed here as well.
Thinking about it was quite thrilling, after all, this place was the Deity's former residence. If she whimsically decided to come back for a visit one day, there could be big trouble.
Of course, it could also be a good thing.
