Jun Ye listened as he tapped the desk with his pen, his gaze growing darker, carrying a deeper sense of inquiry: "You came just for this?"
"Yes," Fu Bo replied.
"Then before you leave, I have some things I want to ask you."
"Go ahead."
"Is there someone by the name of Wang Hai with you all?"
Fu Bo shook his head without any hesitation: "I don't know who you're talking about."
"What about the matter with Wu Junguo? Does it have anything to do with you?"
"No comment," Fu Bo said, staring at Jun Ye's frosty expression. "Lu Ke, to be honest, you're someone who understands reason. Secrets of the organization—what cannot be said simply cannot be said. If you have other questions, you can communicate with your superiors. But I believe your superiors will tell you that, regarding this matter, since it's outside your scope of work, you're required to immediately stop any further inquiry into it. I believe Jiang Dashao should have already received these orders."
