Before Qin Jiran could even voice out his misgivings. Yan Qing Shan's bland tone reverberated in his ears.
"You were taking too long. So I figured that it would be better to have tea and snacks while we were waiting."
He was stupefied. Qin Jiran was rooted in his spot with those words. Did that mean she has long finished hacking into the CIB database? And that all the while he's struggling with the mainframe's security, she has already gone up and hacked it, and even freaking had the time for tea.
Qin Jiran's world view broke into tiny fragments. Monstrous. This woman was just monstrous. He had an inkling that it was possible for him to lose. And he really did. By a large margin at that. He should have listened to that little voice and saved himself from this psychological blow.
