"Am I really the one?"
He began to doubt himself, having never felt that his skills were this terrible.
Han Chuan glanced into the villa, his expression deep and probing, and suddenly realized something. He pressed his forehead in resignation, "I think I know who it is. Don't worry about it, and don't stop her."
"I couldn't stop her even if I wanted to, wait, you know this person, Brother Chuan?"
"Yeah."
"Who is it? I know the person ahead of me, and it's definitely not him. Are there any greats not listed in the hacker rankings?"
Han Chuan simply hung up the phone, too lazy to listen to his babble.
Half an hour later, Nan Jiaojiao came out of the study and headed straight upstairs.
She pushed open Zhou Zining's room door, swept her gaze inside, flipped through the bedside cabinets on both sides, roughly searched the wardrobe, and finally found a mobile phone in the drawer of the vanity.
The contents of the phone sent a chill through her body.
