At that moment, Li Qiao stopped drying her hair, pondered a bit, and then asked, "Before he left, did he look for you?"
Tang Yiting snorted in displeasure, "Look for what? If I hadn't gone to Blue Night and asked around, I wouldn't even know he resigned.
Moreover, his phone number has gone out of service. What kind of person is he? After all, we knew each other. He just left without a word—negative review!"
Hmm, just as she expected, everything Wen Shi said last night was a lie.
Li Qiao picked up her phone and got off the floor, tossed aside the towel, sat at the desk, and turned on the computer, her tone laced with mild mockery, "Then do you know that Wen Shi isn't a graduate student?"
On the computer screen, an encrypted document opened by Li Qiao appeared.
It displayed Wen Shi's sparse personal information, so scant it was abnormal.
