Despite her mental preparation, Su Junxin was still irritated when she learned that the hospital's surveillance system had been infiltrated by an unknown Trojan virus half an hour ago, and all the videos had been destroyed.
But this situation also confirmed her speculation.
She was in the open, while her adversary hid in the shadows, always a step ahead of her. This tense situation had Su Junxin on edge.
She stood by the window, gazing trancelike at the distant buildings, her brows involuntarily furrowing tighter and tighter.
"Junxin."
The voice of Qin You sounded beside her, pulling her thoughts back to reality.
He gently placed his hand on her shoulder, "Junxin, don't worry. I've arranged the best medical staff. We won't mess up with Zhang Zi'ang again."
Su Junxin exhaled, pulling up a smile, "Thank you. You've helped me enormously today. I don't know how to express my gratitude properly."
