Repair Network

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that the last time was already two months ago.

"Okay, I'll head over now."

...

Song Rui rushed to the company non-stop as soon as he finished at his dinner party.

He saw his son sitting in his wheelchair busily working for the company even though he hadn't fully recovered yet, and he stood at the door with guilt in his eyes.

He didn't want to disturb Song Wenchuan, so he quietly watched for a while before gently leaving to hold an urgent meeting.

It didn't matter that their data had been leaked, the worrying thing was if it ended up in the hands of the wrong person.

That would be a huge blow.

Song Wenchuan's fingers tapped quickly across the keyboard. It was so fast that it practically left behind an afterimage. But as he tapped, his brain became more and more muddled, and his actions began to slow.

No...