Had she been mistaken for a medium for Aliens?
Zhao Han had never imagined it would turn out like this.
So she had already entered the higher-ups' field of vision.
And in this manner, no less.
Zhao Han thought it over and decided to forget it.
All she needed to do was enjoy her vacation.
Because only she knew.
There were no Aliens.
No mediums, and even less any agents.
"Really? None at all?" Little Fatty asked disdainfully.
"Uh, if we're talking about Aliens, then I really am one of them," Zhao Han realized.
That just proved those Clever Men really were clever.
She could not help but sigh. She had only tampered with things a little.
Yet they were already close to figuring out her origins.
It was only that they had not made a move.
The reason was simple.
They had not figured out her background yet.
When they discovered that the other side had sent a spy over, the best course was certainly not to kill or capture the spy.
It was to quietly follow them and gather more intelligence.
Wang Weiguo had caused such a mess, yet no one did anything to him.
Truly, different people had different fates.
At that thought.
She suddenly realized that, if that was the case, there was still one more thing she needed to do.
Kick him while he was down.
It was not because she was bored.
It was because only by doing so could she make the Peeping Toms understand that she still had humanity in her.
They should not act rashly, lest they ruin her vacation.
Whoever heard of someone coming in to work every day during their vacation?
With that thought, she returned to the Steel Rolling Mill.
She went to the largest workshop... the restroom.