"You're really smart, Wenyan, so I'm going to talk to you about my work. I feel like I can hear your thoughts about me, which might be related to the research I've been doing recently."
Shen Jingcheng said, sounding serious and solemn.
Wenyan caught on immediately.
She lifted the file bag in her hand: "If I'm not wrong, this should contain the results of your research."
Shen Jingcheng nodded: "Part of it. I can't share everything with you."
Wenyan nodded seriously: "Understood! Can I look at it now?"
"Of course. If you have any questions, we can discuss them."
Wenyan silently gave Shen Jingcheng an OK sign, then swiftly opened the file bag.
Upon a cursory glance, Wenyan saw a number first and foremost.
"Number 46? Pit?"
"Yes. The locals found some items underground that seemed like cultural relics, so my team and I were sent there. This document is about pit number 46."
"What a coincidence."