eople, he couldn't catch up at all. 。"Let's go " 。One of them shouted, then threw a smoke grenade and ran away. 。The bodyguard, covered in wounds, burst out of the smoke circle. The group had vanished...Fu Shaoqing took his tools and phone, tiptoeing out the door and into his study.

He didn't turn on the light, but walked onto the balcony in the moonlight filtering through the window. He opened the glass door and stepped out.

She skillfully scaled the handrail and nimbly leaped onto the neighboring balcony.

He took out his keys and was about to open the balcony door when he suddenly heard the sound of a car pulling up outside.

Fu Shaoqing suddenly squatted down, using the balcony to block his figure.

He craned his neck to look out and saw his father's car pull in, but instead of going into the garage, it stopped right downstairs.

"How did you come back so suddenly" Fu Shaoqing thought to himself, he couldn't stay here for long, lest his father found him in the study.

Fu Shaoqing took advantage of his father's figure entering the building and hurriedly jumped back to where he was just now, returning to his own study. After returning to the study, he closed the door.

He hurried towards the door, and before he even stepped out, he heard footsteps at the top of the stairs.

Fu Shaoqing stood behind the door, trying his best to suppress his breathing.

Rapid footsteps passed his door and stopped just outside the door to his study.

Immediately after, Fu Shaoqing heard the sound of a door opening and then closing.

By the clarity of the voice, he guessed that his father had entered his own study.

If he went back right now, it would be easy for his father to find him.

He also speculated that the car parked at the door, maybe his father would still leave in a while.

Fu Shaoqing did not return to the sofa and wait, but sat directly at the door waiting.

I waited for about a minute.

Fu Shaoqing heard a noise from the door next to him, someone came out and then closed the door.

Footsteps passed by his study, growing fainter and fainter until they were gone.

Fu Shaoqing immediately got up and rushed to the balcony, carefully looking down at the street below.

As expected, he saw his father leave and get into the car.

The vehicle slowly started, taking his father away.

Fu Shaoqing no longer hesitated, immediately opened the door and walked out. He jumped onto the neighbor's balcony with familiarity, used his key to open the glass door, and slipped into his father's study.

First, he still drew the curtains shut before Fu Shaoqing switched on his phone's flashlight.

He walked up to the bookcase and took out a lockpick. With one hand holding a flashlight, he used the other hand to probe at the keyhole with the lockpick.

I have to say, after just a bit of training, he opened this simple lock in less than half a minute.

Fu Shaoqing pulled open the cabinet door and picked up a book, flipping through it casually. The pages were still brand new, seemingly never read before.

There was nothing in the book. He wouldn't give up, so he put the book back and looked at a new one. Still, there was nothing.

Fu Shaoqing read five or six books in a row, but didn't see any problems at all.

What's there to hide Nothing is being held back, no secrets locked away.

Is it just because of collecting that these books are locked up

Fu Shaoqing opened the second bookcase again and continued to pull out books and search through them. This time, he had a harvest. He found a bookmark on an economics book.

Fu Shaoqing drew out the book signature and looked around. It was completely unremarkable, like a typical loser, with no problems at all.

He was relentless and opened the remaining bookshelves, taking every book out to flip through them. He also checked if there were any mechanisms hidden inside the shelves.

After several hours of struggling, I couldn't find any problems.

Fu Shaoqing then turned his gaze to the locked cabinet on the writing desk.rphans.Upon hearing this, Fu Shaoqing's black eyes lit up.Opening the heavy photo album, black-and-white old photos come into view."This is my father when he was young," Li Jianguo pointed to a photo...