Regret

After waiting for a full 10 minutes, the strange electronic voice did not come again. He Hongyan was disappointed but also relieved at the same time.

He Hongyan picked up the television remote control and tried to turn off the surveillance video that was constantly playing.

But the remote control didn't work either.

However, that strange electronic voice never came again.

At this moment, He Hongyan's phone suddenly rang. He nervously took out his phone and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that it was a call from his secretary.

"Qian Wenxin, did that hacker leave just now?" He Hongyan glanced at Qian Wenxin nervously.

"I don't know."

"That hacker's skills were godlike."

"To be able to surreptitiously control my specially designed computer, this person can easily crush me, at least in terms of online technology and operating systems," Qian Wenxin said with a bitter smile.