Ye Que sat in his office, brooding over the words his son used to berate him. The little guy was only five years old; how could he be so audacious?
He shook his head, thinking it was all his own fault. If he hadn't been so ambiguous with other women, would his wife and child treat him this way?
Moreover, with the way he had just treated Chi Zaozao, that woman must certainly harbor resentment now.
She would go back to her son to complain, and her son, indignant on her behalf, would call to scold him. It was nothing big.
Ye Que quickly came to terms with the disturbance and turned on his computer to check the day's stock market trends.
Unfortunately, the computer kept blue-screening.
Usually, he, who always claimed to be a computer expert, could resolve a blue screen issue in a matter of minutes.
But this time, a persistent piece of data kept thwarting the repair process on his computer.
What's going on? Was it a virus?
