Peace

Di-da-di-da…

The luxurious sound from the keyboard filled the car as the youngster's fingers flew across the keyboard. She connected the laptop with the internet through her phone's hotspot and entered the programming page.

When a chat box appeared, a whole row of codes appeared, forming invisible lines that attacked the various sources.

Director Huang noticed something amiss. He frowned and asked Qin Mo over the phone, "What's that sound?"

"Laptop," Qin Mo replied faintly, his bandaged hand falling onto the edge casually.

Director Huang was even more confused. "Laptop?" His pupils faltered. "You brought Fatty?"

Qin Mo paused. After half a second, he replied, "Mmh."

Across the phone, Director Huang wasn't sure what to make of the situation.

Qin Mo raised his hand and tapped onto the youngster's screen, his voice as calm as before. "Play the voice recording to Director Huang's phone at the same time."