"Huh?"
Wei Yang, who was whispering to Laisa, looked up in confusion.
"Go get me the number 16 file that was just sorted out the day before yesterday, the one with the A-level confidentiality."
Jun Wu pointed to the bookshelf in the corner of the lounge that was full of magazines and flyers.
"Got it, huh."
Wei Yang smiled, flapped her wings to fly about one meter in the air, and then ran to that messy big shelf, quickly tapping in several places.
Then Motan and Laisa saw the file folder silently slide back half a meter, while another shelf, identical to the former, slowly rose from the ground. Eighty percent of it was empty, with only the bottom row holding about twenty colorful 'envelopes'.
Perhaps because there were so few targets that there was no need for selection, Wei Yang easily found the number 16 A-level file that Jun Wu had mentioned, and tossed it to the latter.
"Cleo Illumina, I've actually investigated this person before."
