"Everything is done flawlessly," Ran Xiangsi shook her head, ensuring that none of the items here could be of use.
She looked back at the empty living room, which seemed even more eerie in the dark night.
After finishing her inspection, Ran Xiangsi returned to Xing Chen's side.
Yue Nanshan was reporting his findings.
"It is very clear that this is the place from where the attack on your company's system was launched, Young Master Xing. The owner of this house is Old Wang, and his son Xiao Wang has admitted that he used the computer in the living room to attack your system," Yue Nanshan analyzed the surface evidence and quickly frowned, "However..."
"However what?" Ping'an knew that the young master disliked people who beat around the bush, so he asked directly on his behalf.
Ran Xiangsi listened while reaching out her small hand to hold Xing Chen's warm palm.
His hand, larger and warm, provided a strong sense of security.
