Zeng Anmin didn't hesitate. He walked toward the exposed hole and reached inside. His fingers brushed against a stack of paper.
SWISH!
He grabbed everything inside in one fell swoop, bundling it all together and pulling it out. His gaze narrowed slightly at the sight of the stack of letters.
Meanwhile, outside the courtyard, Bai Ziqing stared straight ahead, his face utterly devoid of expression.
An incredibly effeminate figure had appeared before him. The man had a pale, smooth face caked in rouge and powder, though dense stubble was still faintly visible beneath the makeup. His hips swayed with an exaggerated sway as he walked. It was absolutely revolting.
"Chi Bufan?" Bai Ziqing said, his voice flat and his face impassive.
"My, if it isn't Director Bai. What are you doing guarding the courtyard?" A coquettish smile spread across Chi Bufan's face as he tilted his chin up, looking down his nose at Bai Ziqing. His tone alone was enough to make someone's skin crawl.
