Su Wuming was beset by terrible misfortune, and those around him seemed to catch it too, but Han Zhen didn't really believe it.
Some, upon hearing of Su Wuming's various mishaps, subconsciously blamed their own bad luck on him.
It was just like Han Zheng a moment ago; he couldn't help but feel that Su Wuming had a sinister aura.
But on second thought, those piles of dishes were stacked so high that even if Su Wuming wasn't there, they might have fallen over at any moment.
Not dwelling on Su Wuming's troubles, Han Zheng returned to sifting through documents, hoping to uncover some clues.
Han Zheng spent five consecutive days poring over materials, dividing his time between the Guardian Storage and the cafeteria, to the extent that Yang Tianqi almost thought Han Zheng wanted to shift to a clerical position.
In those five days, Han Zheng had skimmed through all the documents he was permitted to see, but still found nothing.
Could it be that he needed to look even higher?
