Yang Yuxin considered herself not the type to bully others by throwing her weight around. Although the things she did sometimes were indeed beyond what ordinary people could manage, that was because her starting point was already there, not because she deliberately sought special treatment.
Others rode bicycles while I rode in cars because my family had the means.
When it rained, my family's car drove slowly and didn't splash rainwater on you. That was basic decency.
But asking me not to ride in a car and instead put on a raincoat and ride a bicycle was going too far. I clearly had the means to ride in a car.
Now, she had someone investigate Shen Guangming's qualifications because Shen Guangming had refused to communicate with her after the incident.
Not making things difficult for the Shen family was proof of my decency, but if you showed no reaction at all, didn't that prove the Yang Clan could be pushed around?
So she was investigating his qualifications not because she wanted anything, but simply to put pressure on him—come on, take the initiative and explain yourself.
If the Yang Clan didn't show its might, people would think they were critically ill.
So she let the matter hang and turned to Feng Jun. "These people really are... they won't shed tears until they see the coffin."
Feng Jun had no time to respond. He pointed at the computer in front of him and asked, "This... this person is making a phone call, right? That posture doesn't look like he's playing a game."
He had been analyzing some footage with Xiao Tian. Of course, anything that made its way into his hands for analysis had basically lost much of its confidentiality value.
The era of big data had made many once-unimaginable dreams