Li Qiao glanced at him lazily, "No, uncle is too busy managing affairs, he definitely won't meddle in trivial matters!"
Duan Yuanhui shook his head with a wry smile as he let his hand fall, eyeing Li Qiao, "Tell uncle the truth, was the forum post your doing?"
"Oh..." Li Qiao answered earnestly: "It was Li Shaoquan's work."
Duan Yuanhui: "..."
He shook his head with a light sigh and reminded her, "Last week I was out of town at a teaching research conference and could only ask a colleague from the academic affairs office to lock the post remotely. Next time something like this happens, don't deal with it yourself, remember to tell me immediately."
Li Qiao looked down at her own toes, her expression very indifferent, "There won't be a next time."
"Alright then, you go in first. Her husband has arrived at the door, I'm going to meet him."
...
About five minutes later, Duan Yuanhui returned to the academic affairs office with a tall man in tow.
