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In the study.
Huo Xingzhou sat before his desk, a faint hint of red at the corners of his eyes, lazily leaning back in his office chair.
On the desk lay a small black object the size of a fingernail—a pinhole camera—Chen Xun, with his wide knowledge and experience, recognized it immediately.
Chen Xun's forehead broke out in a cold sweat, his body rigid, clueless about what had just happened.
Huo Xingzhou lifted his eyes, devoid of any warmth, "Chen Xun, would you like to explain, or shall I?"
"President Huo, I'm not sure what you mean."
"The things you've done for Xu Xingluo since returning to Haicheng," Huo Xingzhou said coldly, staring at him. "You know I detest traitors the most. I'm giving you one last chance to come clean."
A jolt of shock went through Chen Xun's heart, his blood almost freezing.
"President Huo, I'm sorry," Chen Xun had thought that if Qiao Xi went easy on him, the matter would be over.
