The words fell.

There was a busy tone on the phone.

The dean of the central institution was sitting stiffly in his office seat, feeling as if his brain had been struck by lightning and was buzzing.

"Defeat? The second-ranked hacker in the headquarters?"

The dean repeated what the minister said, then looked at the phone and shook his head in disbelief: "No, it's impossible. How could she do it?"

"Didn't you say that Princess Quan is a waste now?"

"Is the information about Jiangcheng's upper class...is it all fake?!"

What if it's really fake?

So, who hates Quan Jin so much that he publishes such insidious reports and makes the entire upper class society in Jiangcheng unite to deal with the Quan family?

"Assistant, come to the office."

The dean, suspicious and nervous, made a call to the quota review office of the central institution.

He called over the assistant who chatted with Quan Jin yesterday.

soon.

There was a knock at the door of the office. The assistant opened the door and came in. He said respectfully: "Dean, what do you want from me?"

"Are you sure there is something wrong with Quan Jin's IQ?" the dean asked directly.

Listening to the dean's words, the assistant was a little confused.

After thinking about it in his mind, the assistant answered honestly: "I'm sure, because of Jiang Cheng's report, I went out of my way to check the college where Quan Jin is at."

"For the past seven years, it has been third from the bottom."

The dean narrowed his eyes.

Sometimes, test scores do not represent a person's talent and talent.

After thinking for a while, the dean ordered the assistant: "Give me the chat records between you and Quan Jin."

"Okay." Soon, the assistant handed the phone to the dean.

The dean took the phone, clicked on yesterday's chat history between his assistant and Quan Jin, and glanced at them one by one.

Quan Jin once helped the central organization.

The dean had been in contact with her and still remembered...her face at that time was filled with pride, confidence, and even more impressive strength.

"Could it be that the information from the minister was wrong?" The dean lowered his head and murmured.

Chatting is normal.

There is nothing shocking to the dean.

But suddenly! The dean slid his finger to the bottom, and just when his eyes stayed on the last message...

"One month later."

"I hope your dean has some backbone and doesn't kneel down to beg me!"

boom!

A familiar tone.

An arrogant yet reasonable statement.

The dean felt his eyes go dark, and his phone fell to the ground. His lips trembled, he lifted the files on the desktop and threw them at the assistant.

Then he shouted: "Get out!"
Chapter completed!