"Hehe, Secretary Yang, you're joking. A friend who gifted a broken bottle is nothing special."
Huang Ken waved his hand and said.
Did Yang Pei really want to meet that person?
Of course not!
She just wanted to see Huang Ken's reaction.
After all, as the Disciplinary Committee Secretary, she was able to catch some subtle details in Huang Ken's expression.
Nervousness, unease, restless behavior—it all seemed to indicate the dubious origin of this porcelain vase.
Thinking back to the power-money dealings with Huang Ken.
At that moment.
Yang Pei had already concluded that her collection of treasures must have been embezzled by Huang Ken through some means.
Outwardly, there was no sign.
But deep inside, she was already burning with anger.
Huang Ken's face began to appear more and more unpleasant to her.
"Secretary Yang, the tea is ready, would you like to have a drink?"
Huang Ken's words interrupted Yang Pei's thoughts.
She shifted gears.
