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In the spacious conference room, Fang Yourong was still holding a teacup, gently blowing on the tea leaves' floating aroma. Upon hearing Qin Yu's untimely yet perfectly timed sudden question, his eyelids just twitched.
This question, they had thought about it early on, but hadn't found the opportunity to ask. After all, everyone was on the same boat now, tearing faces recklessly would mean internal and external troubles. However... evidently, the Junior Sister didn't think that way.
She was going to be blunt!
The atmosphere in the conference room was very subtle; even the tea had lost its fragrance, exuding an air of mystery that made people unconsciously speculate—was Qin Yu implying that there was a traitor here, or someone here had arranged a traitor in Wuque?
That was quite awkward.
Qin Yu's gaze swept over Dao Guang Chu Ci and others, including the seriously injured and depleted Daniel Gray.
