After washing up, Wen Changling went upstairs alone. The computer room had been locked by her, but she used her key to unlock the door, turned on the light, and closed the door behind her.
The computer was still on, and there were three new telephone recordings in the auto-saved folder. Wen Changling put on her headphones and opened them one by one.
The first recording was at 9:14 a.m., from Xue Boyong to Jiang Chengxue.
"Chairman Zhou has already met with several directors in private."
"He's still too idle," Jiang Chengxue sounded like she had just gotten up, her tone lazy, casual as if it were all insignificant. "Find something for him to do."
The second recording was at 11:08 a.m.
"Grandpa."
The only person Jiang Chengxue would call like that was the former chairman of Eastern Automobile, Jiang Lisong.
"I am not your grandpa. When you pushed Rucheng down the stairs, I should have strangled you then and there."
