After putting down the communicator, Qin Shuman smiled softly and stood quietly for a while before her gaze unintentionally swept toward the window.
Perhaps because the room was a bit dim, the window glass reflected the light, and a stunning woman with a touch of shyness was clearly mirrored on it.
Seeing her own image, Qin Shuman was visibly stunned for a moment.
Then she quickly suppressed the expression on her face, muttering to herself in her heart, 'Why on earth am I smiling? What's there to smile about after a verbal confrontation with that bad man?'
'It must be the residual instincts of this body....'
Having said that, she turned around to leave the room. Perhaps because she moved her shoulder where the knife wound was, Qin Shuman couldn't help but tremble.
She then clutched the knife wound on her shoulder, gritting her teeth, and whispered softly, "What a damn man."
...
Meanwhile, at the same time, inside the Investigation Bureau building.
