When the man walked away, Manman hurriedly asked her husband: "What's going on?"
It seemed Lu Huan had already spotted something from the stolen database, so his eyes were full of astonishment.
"Huanhuan?" Yao Zibao saw the odd expression on his face and approached to look at his computer terminal, only to see the data vanishing like smoke, impossible to catch.
Lu Huan muttered in the quietest voice possible: "Looks like they're IPs from foreign governmental agencies."
"Foreign spies?" Yao Zibao froze in place.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaoliang took the elevator to Sun Yaowei's office. After being granted permission, he opened the door and saw Sun Yaowei putting on his jacket—a look that suggested he was getting ready to leave with his briefcase. Hastily, he said: "Uncle Sun."
"I have some matters to attend to. You can sit here for a while." Sun Yaowei rotated his mechanical wristwatch as he spoke.
"But, Uncle Sun, I—" Zhang Xiaoliang chased after him, trying to explain himself.
