Z Never Leaves Traces

Qin Mo threw the key onto the wooden table, looked back, and said, "Do you believe these words you just said? You aren't here to do homework? Come here."

Fu Jiu curled up her thin lips.

She realized that Almighty Qin still regarded her as a younger brother.

Then yesterday's kiss probably didn't matter.

Otherwise, Almighty Qin would not have continued to indulge her in this such a way.

"Don't touch anything." Qin Mo pointed to the documents to the side, turned around, and put the ringing phone to his ear. "Hello, the project in East City…"

Fu Jiu couldn't hear the details of the conversation, but it was likely work-related.

This phone was a very timely opportunity for her.

It took five minutes to set up virtual IP database, and by making a bypass, directly lock onto the target.

Such a plan would be faster than using hundreds of computers in Internet cafes to make a screening selection.