After he left for a while, Song Chubai held the coffee table, walked over and threw the slippers he had walked through into the trash can, and took them downstairs to throw them away. When the guard saw him down, he greeted him with a smile: "Xiao Song, are you a relative here?"

Song Chubai smiled and said, "It's not considered a relative."

Then go upstairs, wet the rag and wipe the photos on the wall repeatedly.

After wiping ten times, he put the rag back to the kitchen and returned to the bedroom to take a shower with a calm expression.

Zhao Yisheng's WeChat was sent here at this time.

He sent a lot of posts, with emoticons mixed in between. Song Chubai didn't look closely, but only looked at a forum link and the last sentence he sent.

[The number plate corresponding to your dance party has been sold for 50,000 yuan. This junior Lu Lu is crazy. You don’t need to do this to attract your attention!]

Prom number plate?

Song Chubai frowned, wrapped his lower abdomen in a bath towel, wiped his slightly wet hair and walked to the table to turn on the computer.

The computer was not closed a few days ago and was staying on the page of the email. There were a lot of emails in it that were read, but he added a code to make the emails still show "unread" on the other party.

All the senders are "deer". In the past two years, the contents are either caring, writing a few casual words, or copying boring jokes on the Internet. There is no interruption every day.

Song Chubai has always felt very bored, and he has been still now. His expression is not turbulent, but he still subconsciously clicks on the inbox.

The boring spam that lasted for 730 days started yesterday and was interrupted.
Chapter completed!