Zhong Ran stared at the trending topics, then at his account inbox, which was being flooded with private messages. He froze. It was only early September, yet he felt a cold as bitter as the depths of winter, chilling him to the bone.
The phone in Zhong Ran's hand began vibrating frantically. Jia De was calling.
Zhong Ran did not answer the first call. As soon as it ended, Jia De immediately called again, seemingly intent on calling until he picked up.
Zhong Ran answered, and Jia De's slightly frightened voice came through the phone.
"Teacher Zhong, have you seen the news online?"
"Yes."
"Teacher Zhong, please come to the company immediately. We need to discuss a solution to this matter in detail." Jia De was at a loss now, too. When the information had first surfaced, he had thought it might just be a fabricated rumor. Only after Boss Li's secretary, Xiao Liu, called and brought it up did he learn that it was actually true.
"Understood." Zhong Ran's throat was a little dry. After hanging up, he grabbed a hat and a mask, put them on, and headed out to drive to the company.
When Leng Yifan came out of the bathroom, he discovered that the person who had been in the room was gone. His brows knitted tightly. What had Zhong Ran gone out to do so late at night?
Just as Leng Yifan was about to call him, his phone began vibrating frantically.
Drying his soaking-wet hair, Leng Yifan picked up his phone. It was his father.
Thinking of the efforts he had made over the past few days, Leng Yifan hurriedly answered.
"Father, has something gone wrong with the project..."
"Leng Yifan! Just look at what kind of trash you've chosen!" His father cut him