Zeng Anmin did not hesitate in the slightest and walked toward the exposed opening.
He reached inside and felt around.
His hand touched a stack of paper-like objects.
Swish!
He swept out everything inside in one motion, bundling it all up and taking it away.
Seeing that stack of letters, Zeng Anmin's gaze tightened slightly.
Outside the courtyard, Bai Ziqing looked ahead expressionlessly.
Before him stood an exceedingly coquettish figure.
The figure had a pale, beardless face covered in rouge and powder, though dense stubble could still faintly be seen beneath it.
His buttocks swayed from side to side with every step.
It was utterly revolting.
"Chi Bufan?"
Bai Ziqing remained expressionless, his voice calm.
"Oh my, Director Bai, why are you guarding the courtyard here?"
A seductive smile appeared on Chi Bufan's face. He raised his chin and looked down at Bai Ziqing.
The sound of his voice made one's skin crawl.
"What are you here for?" Bai Ziqing looked at him indifferently.
"Why can't I come? The document stated it clearly: you and I are jointly assisting with the confiscation. I came to see whether your men were slacking off."
The smile on Chi Bufan's face did not fade. His gaze turned toward the courtyard, and he moved around Bai Ziqing, continuing forward.
"Get lost!"
Bai Ziqing was growing impatient.
"Hehe, why are you getting so worked up?" Chi Bufan lifted a brow, the seductiveness on his face becoming even heavier.
As he spoke, he moved much farther into the courtyard.
The sound of his footsteps was already faintly audible to Zeng Anmin.
"I told you to get lost." Bai Ziqing slowly walked toward Chi Bufan.
"What? You want to fight? Two directors of the Imperial City Department fighting amongst themselves? Hit me here. Hurry."
There was