While Bai Changfeng and Xun Tianhai were searching for clues, Jiangli, Fu Shiyan, and Xia Xin had already returned to the 17th floor.
Upon their return, they saw the company was full of people.
Everyone was working as normal, as if they had no idea what had happened outside.
When Jiangli and Fu Shiyan came in, they also had no reaction, as if they didn't see the three of them.
Xia Xin felt a bit uneasy and followed behind Jiangli, quietly asking, "Ancestor, do you think these people are really paper people?"
Jiangli didn't answer but instead walked straight to a desk.
There sat a woman with a numb expression, immersed in her work, about forty years old.
Jiangli stood by her desk, and she had no reaction.
Seeing this, Jiangli curled her right index and middle fingers and lightly tapped on the desk a few times.
The woman heard the sound, slowly and stiffly lifting her head to look at Jiangli. Her eyes flickered for a moment, but mostly, they were like a stagnant pool.
