As they exited the hotel elevator, Xia Chuhe practically pushed Mr. Zhao along, leading him to the door where Mr. Zhao swiped his card to open it with a smile.

Xia Chuhe pushed the person into the room, followed closely behind, and locked the door from the inside, all in one smooth motion.

Mr. Zhao smiled and said, "Don't rush, I'll go take a shower first."

Xia Chuhe twisted his neck and loosened his wrists: "No rush, tell me first who reported me."

As Mr. Zhao unbuttoned his shirt, he said, "Our company's boss, you really have a lot of influence, to actually get the boss's attention!"

"Thank you." Seeing that Mr. Zhao was so sensible, Xia Chuhe put away the torturous methods in her mind and decided to let him faint quickly.

Mr. Zhao, unaware of what he was waiting for, was still lost in his daydream: "How are you going to thank me? In bed..."

Xia Chuhe delivered a vicious chop to the side of his neck.

Before Mr. Zhao could finish speaking, he collapsed in front of the bathroom door.

Xia Chuhe took out his phone, opened the internal work software, and sure enough, found his chat history with the chairman.

Chairman Ai sent Mr. Zhao a lot of chat logs between Xia Chuhe and others, along with the comment: "[How could such things exist in the company's internal chat logs? Investigate this thoroughly!]"

Perhaps the company's computers had information-stealing programs installed, and some people didn't notice, which is why Mr. Ai discovered it.

But in such a large company, would the chairman be so idle as to concern himself with the private lives of his subordinates?

As long as the company's interests are not infringed, shouldn't we turn a blind eye?

Especially given that this situation occurred in a dungeon, Ai Dong's behavior became even more suspicious.

It would be great if I could get to know this person.

After taking the phone, Xia Chuhe also took Mr. Zhao's clothes, watch, room key, earrings, and other items that could potentially be exchanged for money.

Although she took away Mr. Zhao's clothes, Xia Chuhe kindly left him a pair of underwear.

I hope Mr. Zhao can come to work tomorrow.

If you can't come...

He probably doesn't want everyone to know about something so embarrassing.

Just as Xia Chuhe finished packing Mr. Zhao's things and was about to leave the room, his phone vibrated again; it was Mingxiang again.

Mingxiang: [I need to talk to you. Get to my house within half an hour.]