In the room, the bright lights sharply contrasted with the pitch-black night outside.
Lin Chuan's gaze was fixed on the column labeled 'Huarun Foreign Trade Export Han River District LAN IP' as his eyebrows knitted together and his heart skipped a beat.
The Little Landlady's mother, Liu Meng, was the general manager of Huarun's Han River District.
Could this IP be related to her?
As this question arose, Lin Chuan already had his answer.
Often, questions are asked with answers already in mind.
Now, verification was needed.
For Lin Chuan, verification was merely a flick of the wrist.
He started with the virtual IP to verify.
This wasn't because he distrusted Angelina but because he still harbored a sliver of hope.
However, his hope was quickly dashed.
"Sigh!"
Lin Chuan sighed heavily, slumped into the chair, clutching his heart.
After pondering for a long time,
he got up, shut down the computer, and returned to his room.
At this time, the Little Landlady was still awake.
