The corridor was quiet.
Fu Yanhe's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression calm, the emotions in his eyes obscure and difficult to discern, "Press down the news on the internet for now, don't let her find out yet."
Wu Fang nodded, "Yes, I'll send someone to deal with it right away."
At the same time, inside the private room.
Fu Yanhe had been out for quite a while. Shen Yanhe had finished organizing the experiment data and sent it to Jiang Yifeng. After setting down her tablet, she stretched her neck.
From the corner of her eye, she noticed a notification pop up on her phone that was placed on the table.
She had set it up before to block junk advertisements, so the only notifications that would come through were from the little app she had embedded on various websites, which pushed news about Xia Ran to her.
While stretching her neck, Shen Yanhe picked up her phone, unlocked it with her fingerprint, and clicked on the link that was pushed to her.
