"I actually know something else," Yu Xing hesitated, thinking about how she was the last one to arrive and should try to salvage her image in the minds of her "future boss" and "future colleagues". "The Qiyuan Pharmaceutical Factory secretly produces counterfeit drugs for huge profits, harming many people. Rumor has it that the factory owner's death might not have been a suicide, but possibly...",Easy Yu Xing looked at the pitch-black, almost several meters away, a blurry expanse of the first floor and once again despised her own courage.,Assistant Yu Xingjian was already at the door about to leave. He stared at the ground for a moment, then suddenly asked, “Assistant Hao, it’s getting cold, your jacket seems a bit thin, wouldn’t you be cold”。