Deng He took a look and didn't react. This black mass was not theirs. He had studied everything that was considered confidential in this office dozens of times, leaving no corner untouched, so he was sure that it was not theirs.

Ling Yue sighed slightly. Even though these people were simple, they couldn't avoid being spectators. Bending over others' opinions would exist in any era or on any planet.

She unfolded the newspaper that she had folded into the smallest size possible and handed it to the captain who had just spoken.

The thing above happens to be the first edition of today's newspaper.

Everyone present was a researcher, and they would leave messages about the news. A large office would order a copy and circulate it slowly.

Therefore, when you see the black and white photo of the Huaxin Dictionary above, you know what it is without even looking at the words.

"How come this is a newspaper?"

Comrade An widened his eyes in disbelief. Who would come to someone else's office to take a newspaper, fold it more than ten times, and put it carefully in his pocket?

She must be sick!

Ling Yue didn't understand the looks of these people, and asked softly, "Yes, you can take this away, right?"

The captain looked over and over again and found that it was indeed a newspaper, and there was no special writing on it.

He folded the newspaper and handed it to Ling Yue, his eyes clear: "I'm so sorry, little comrade, we misunderstood you."

Ling Yue felt a little sorry for wasting time, but still nodded in understanding: "It's okay, this is your duty."

Deng He said, "Comrade An, you just misunderstood Ling Yue. You should apologize to her."