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In a quiet teahouse, Yves King looked at the serious expression on Dahlia Sanders' face as she handed him a piece of paper. On it was a string of IP addresses which baffled him. "Dahlia, is there a problem with this IP address? Is it really serious enough to make you look so upset?"
"Is there a problem? Uncle, the problem is big." Dahlia Sanders knocked on the table with her fingers, rolled her eyes and said: "Don't you find this IP address familiar?"
"Um..." Yves King looked at it again a few times but couldn't figure out the problem. He could only light up a cigarette and laugh dryly: "Dahlia, as you know, my computer skills are quite average."
"Average? Uncle, can you stop shamelessly flattering yourself?" Dahlia Sanders was drinking tea, she squinted her eyes and said.
"You brat, can't you speak kindly and give me some respect?" Yves King irritably pinched her nose and said tersely, "Just say what the problem is, stop keeping me in suspense."