Leng Youchen pulled her to sit on his lap, his hands wrapped around her waist, and he lowered his voice: "Madam, tell me what happened this afternoon."
Wei Anning rested her head on his shoulder, and her heart, which had been anxious and uneasy just now, calmed down because of his presence, as she told him in detail what had happened that afternoon.
Leng Youchen's brows furrowed more tightly; this was definitely not an impromptu frame-up, the opponent had meticulously planned it, making it almost impossible to guard against.
But no matter how meticulously a scheme is planned, it ultimately has flaws.
"You said that when you woke up, that document was gone?" Leng Youchen seized on the key point of the problem.
