Xia Lu returned to Zhou Mingchen's office and sat down on the sofa.
Without Qiu Cheng's command, no one was there to serve her tea or water anymore. She had to dig out a bottle of mineral water she brought with her from her bag, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down a few sips.
Turning her head, she saw the neatly organized desk and the large room empty except for herself, and suddenly an idea struck her.
The order forms and brochures had indeed been kept here. If they hadn't been secretly taken by someone else, perhaps Zhou Mingchen had deliberately hidden them to trouble her. Although the possibility was small, it was not entirely nonexistent. After all, in order to retrieve the items, she could not rule out any possible options.
Xia Lu stood up and walked around the desk.
Even if the order forms could be folded and carried around, the product brochures, being so large, definitely could not be.
