In the apartment, after Gerald Cassia finished dealing with the website, he skillfully relaxed his fingers.
When he opened the tablet PC, he happened to see that the people in the design department were talking about the theft of Wendy's design draft, so Gerald hacked the website on his own. At present, the website couldn't be opened.
At this time, the phone at home rang. He guessed that it was Wendy calling. Gerald went to answer it. "Mommy."
"Gerald, did you hack the website?" Wendy Cassia's voice sounded a little serious, making him feel a little uneasy.
The smile at the corners of Gerald's mouth suddenly stopped and he replied, "Yes, that website allowed anyone to upload a draft that does not belong to himself without verification. Mommy has suffered a lot, so I can't leave it alone."
Wendy didn't speak on the phone for a long time. Gerald muttered, "Mommy, did I do anything wrong?"
He thought his mother would be happy, and a look of loss appeared on his little face.