Blemish

"Who has the key to the warehouse?"

The butler replied respectfully, "This old servant has one in my hands, and this lady has one in her hands. According to this old servant's knowledge, the one in this lady's hands is now in Miss Sang Shuang's hands."

"Help me check who has opened up the warehouse recently, as well as some warehouses, and what have they moved?" Xiao Bao stood with his hands behind his back, a complicated look in his eyes.

Yi Qing was too careless this time.

In the process of packing her bags and getting ready to leave, she had brought up a copy of the book; and the matter of the handwriting had always been something that Xiao had deliberately avoided, so even though she had tried to pretend nothing had happened, it had still aroused Xiao's vigilance.

She was beginning to doubt her own identity, and Xiao knew that this day would come sooner or later; but when it really came, she felt uneasy.