Wang Xintong stared deeply at the martial arts training ground and, upon seeing Lu Mian swinging a fist at Mo Fan, she couldn't bear to watch and turned her head away, leaving with a box in her arms.
The box belonged to Sikong Jian; it was not very big, about the size of a shoebox. She took the initiative to help move things from the original room to the new one.
This high-ranking individual had condescended to move from a luxurious independent suite to a common team member's room, which made Wang Xintong very curious. Later, when she learned that he had moved to the room next to Lu Mian, she thought it over and seemed to understand something.
When she brought it over, the door to the room was open. After knocking several times, Wang Xintong took the initiative to enter and even closed the door behind her.
The room was nearly tidy. Sikong Jian sat at the desk, sorting through a stack of documents with what seemed to be a cheerful disposition.
