Self-Inflicted Suffering

The furnishings in the room were very simple. There was only a bed, a desk, and a simple clothes hanger.

There was nothing on the desk except for a laptop and professional books.

It seemed that Accountant Li was a workaholic who devoted himself to his work and had no entertainment or personal life.

At least, that was how it looked on the surface.

Lin Bai looked around and his gaze finally landed on the laptop. His expression instantly turned cold.

He pushed Accountant Li into the house without saying a word and followed him in. He did not turn around quickly and blocked Wang Huaigu who was trying to follow him into the house.

"Go and do your thing. I have something to ask him alone."

Lin Bai said to Wang Huaigu.

Wang Huaigu glanced at Accountant Li worriedly and said to Lin Bai softly, "Mr. Lin, show mercy. If you blow things up, it won't end well..."

"I know. I know what to do."