"Senior, what has happened?"
Tang Qianqian, seeing Duan Mingyuan's solemn expression, asked curiously.
The crash of the flying vehicle had already been blatantly attributed to Night Disaster's mischief. They were merely making a symbolic appearance at the crash site. After returning, they would directly report this conclusion to the company. As for how to deal with Night Disaster, that was a problem for the company to worry about, especially since Night Disaster's targets weren't them.
This was her approach when dealing with those who had a bad attitude during handovers.
"Something's not quite right."
Duan Mingyuan had originally thought the same, but after listening to the security department personnel's explanations, he had to hesitate whether he should believe in the security department's professionalism.
