Ninety-six percent...

The progress is as fast as Quan Jin's hand speed.

At that last moment——

"Congratulations!"

"File fixed!"

"Would you like to view the file contents now? Please select!"

A line of words without sound just appeared on the top of the screen. Quan Jin's slender and white fingers paused, and her eyes fell on the deleted file and the sent message.

She hasn't messaged anyone recently.

This one?

Who posted it?

"Knock knock knock!"

Suddenly.

There was a knock on the door.

Quan Jin narrowed her eyes slightly and closed the chip page. She kicked off the chair with her hind legs, stood up, passed the coat thrown casually on the table, and put on a handsome look as she took a step forward.

Then, Quan Jin opened the door to the room.

"Sincerely."

Before Quan Jin could even raise his head, a familiar voice sounded directly in front of him.

Si Yu was standing outside the door of the room, one hand resting on the wall, and the other hand holding the late-night porridge sent from the restaurant. The porridge was in a porcelain bowl, and there was a white plate underneath the porcelain bowl.

After seeing Quan Jin open the door, she first looked around the room.

After confirming that no one was there, he turned around and entered the door.

"I know you haven't slept, so I'll give you something to drink."

"Come on, praise me, I'm so considerate." Si Yu lifted up his red skirt and sat directly on the chair where Quan Jin had just sat.

He lowered his eyes.

Si Yu's eyes suddenly hit the chip that Quan Jin had not yet confiscated.

chip.....

What are you going to do with the chip...

"What are you doing here so late at night?" Quan Jin sat directly opposite Si Yu, crossing his legs and meeting Si Yu's slowly raised gaze.

If Quan Jin pays attention, he can see a trace of depression and forbearance flashing through the other woman's eyes, which is purer than love, stronger than protection, dark yet clear.

But he is more cautious than anyone else.

But in the end.

This emotion of hers was taken over by an inexplicable darkness, and she lost her dominance again: "Jin, there is something I have been hiding from you, please promise me first, don't be angry."

"You can beat me and scold me, but you can't drive me away."

"Damn it, I was wrong."

Quan Jin: “???”

Why did you admit your mistake so quickly?

This doesn't quite sound like Si Yu.

"Say." The girl held her chin with one hand and looked at Si Yu with a pair of dark and bright eyes, calm, yet warm and affectionate.

Si Yu pointed at the ID chip on the table with a look of self-blame and guilt.

He said in a tentative and somewhat panicked tone: "I... what, I used your chip to send a message."

"What information?" Quan Jin asked, raising his eyebrows.

She said that she clearly didn’t send any messages, so where was the record?

It turned out to be from Si Yu?

The woman sitting opposite Quan Jin grabbed a handful of her hair and said as if she was determined to die: "It was when you gave me the chip that I sent a message to the Lord."

"Then, I didn't want you to know, so I deleted the information record!"

"I've been holding back on this matter of lying on the grass for a long time, and I haven't been able to sleep. It feels much better to talk about it."

Quan Jin's dark eyes fell on the chip.

She looked at Si Yu again.

The voice was neither cold nor indifferent, and there was no trace of anger or joy as he asked: "What did you say to the count?"

"It's nothing..."

Si Yu had a look on his face knowing he was wrong.

After sizing it up, Quan Jin felt.
Chapter completed!