<h4>Chapter 473: Chapter 473 The Secret in Her Eyes...7</h4><h4></h4>


    On the phone, Ying Hao’s voice sounded a bit rushed, probably because he was afraid that Ou Mucen would only see the message half an hourter. He was worried about getting scolded by his boss and was tense.


    Go back to his own office?


    When Ou Mucen heard this news, he paused for a moment, "What is she going back for?"


    Ying Hao shook his head: "ording to the video records, around seven o’clock, an employee from the production department entered her office and left a set of keys. Then, about half an hourter, she appeared in the office, took the keys, and left."


    "And then?"


    "Then she wasn’t seening out!"


    Ying Hao reported truthfully on the phone. There was no helping it; when he had initially linked his phone to thepany’s surveince, he had only connected to the areas she frequently visited. He didn’t bother with the other ces.


    For one thing, his phone’s memory wasn’trge, and for another, there were so many departments in thepany that it was impossible to link to each one.


    Ou Mucen also knew this, so after hearing what he said, he did not me him. However, after pondering for a moment, he did think of a key point: the set of keys.


    "Check which department that employee is from? After you find out, bring up that ce’s surveince footage and send it to my phone."


    "Understood, Third Young Master!"


    With the tip, Ying Hao promptly went to carry it out.


    La Chenxi had been standing by, waiting for him to finish the call. Seeing that he had finally hung up, she brought over the things she was carrying: "Mucen, haven’t you eaten yet? This is your favorite Italian risotto and seafood soup. I made it myself. Try it."


    As she spoke, she started to open the insted box to take the food out.


    But just then, the man sitting in the chair, upon smelling the scent, didn’t even lift an eyelid. A single, icy word came from his thin lips: "Scram!"


    "What?" La Chenxi thought she was hallucinating.


    Scram?


    Was he telling her to scram?


    Could it be that he had be so upfront that he couldn’t even be bothered to say a perfunctory word to her? Just directly telling her to scram?


    Her eyes widened as she looked at him, her pale fingers gripping the insted box tightly: "Mucen, you..."


    "I told you to scram. Didn’t you hear? Need me to say it a second time?" he finally looked up at her, but his gaze was as hurtful as it could possibly be.


    La Chenxi’s face turned utterly pale in an instant. She tried to say a few more words, but then his phone rang again. She watched as he put down the cup he was holding and immediately picked up the phone.


    "Third Young Master, I’ve found it. She’s in the finished goods warehouse. I’ve linked the surveince camera to your phone. Have a look."


    "Hmm!"


    After hearing this, Ou Mucen ended the call, directly essed his email on his phone, and found the real-time surveince video that was being transmitted.


    Sure enough, in that video frame, within the warehouse lit by only two incandescent tubes, a familiar petite figure stood in front of a packing table. On that tabley swathes of jade items spread out, looking quite spectacr.


    What is she doing?


    He was a bit puzzled, so he zoomed in on the footage, only to be surprised to see that upon erging the image, she was picking through the jade items. Just like picking beans, with her slender fingers, she continuously selected some pieces from the pile of jade, cing them beside her.