Ye Shaohua was considering the matter, when she heard Old Pan say this and nodded, "I have a USB drive."
"That's fine, you give it to the secretary," Old Pan knew Ye Shaohua was busy, and now that she could handle things on her own, she was rarely asked to come over unless it was for a major meeting. "We can handle the rest."
Ye Shaohua nodded, indifferent, and casually rummaged in her pocket, tossing the item to the young secretary.
The young secretary looked down at the hand grenade in her hand, her face a picture of bewilderment.
Ye Shaohua came back to her senses, her beautiful eyes narrowing as she looked at the young secretary: "... I can explain."
The young secretary didn't snap out of it: "..."
"You believe it's actually fake, don't you?" Ye Shaohua felt this excuse was too weak.
The young secretary nodded, then shook her head, "But it smells of gunpowder, it's very realistically made, I..." She even reached out to pull on a thread.