"Finished reading?" Mr. Zhao glanced at the corner of the wall without making a sound.

Xia Chuhe followed his gaze and stole a glance—there was surveillance footage.

What does he mean?

Xia Chuhe remained silent, pondering how to respond. She quickly made a decision: "I've read it. I didn't post it. I lost my phone."

Xia Chuhe turned the tables: "Look at these messages, they're utterly shameless. How could I possibly have posted them? I still have to work at the company. Sigh, so many colleagues are being harassed, and no one even bothers to ask me a question. Do they really think I'm that kind of person?"

"I see." Mr. Zhao took the papers back from the table, deliberately prying up the corner of the last paper to make sure Xia Chuhe saw the words "Want to meet up tonight?"

Xia Chuhe understood.

She nodded: "That's right, exactly."

Mr. Zhao smiled and said, "I'm sorry, the company misunderstood you. However, other employees in the company have also been negatively affected, and I hope you can resolve this matter as soon as possible."

"Okay, I'm already getting the number replaced." Xia Chuhe replied briefly, ending the conversation.

Leaving the meeting room and returning to his office, Xia Chuhe assigned tasks to the minister and then sent a message in the group chat: 【Security】

Downstairs, Li Qiusheng, 02, and the robot they had already repaired were all in the coffee shop.

Before the meeting, Xia Chuhe mentioned it in the group chat. These two were worried that something might go wrong during the meeting, so they came to help.

Now that everything is going well, the two of them have relaxed.

As for Xia Chuhe, she is still marking the suspicious individuals who reported her.

After licking the boots of many people, Xia Chuhe simply divided them into three categories:

The first category consists of normal and respectable people who inquire about Xia Chuhe's situation with a surprised tone, refuse Xia Chuhe's invitation with a serious and polite tone, or gloss over the matter with a lighthearted tone.

The second type is those who don't reply and pretend they didn't see it.

The third category...

The third type is similar to Mr. Zhao, who indicates that they can make an appointment/where/what time/I've had feelings for you for a long time.

Xia Chuhe first ruled out the third type of people.

Then, based on the chat logs that he had barely managed to jot down on the printed paper in the meeting room, he narrowed down a few people.

Unfortunately, she didn't have a photographic memory and could only remember five or six people.

Of the six people she remembered, four were normal people, and two pretended not to see them.

Xia Chuhe found it difficult to identify the whistleblower.

She studied it all afternoon, right up until the end of the workday.

The encryption work by the department's technical staff was not yet completed, and Xia Chuhe was working overtime with them when a conference call suddenly came in. The caller was Mr. Zhao.

Before Xia Chuhe could answer, the call was immediately disconnected.

Mr. Zhao: [Sorry, I accidentally clicked the wrong button.]

Xia Chuhe immediately understood; this man was implying "Want to meet up tonight?" She clicked into Mr. Zhao's profile, found his emergency private contact information, and then sent him an address near her apartment complex.

When Xia Chuhe got off work and arrived at the restaurant, Mr. Zhao had already ordered his food.

Mr. Zhao gestured for her to sit down and said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to have so much fun."

"Likewise," Xia Chuhe retorted, realizing that he was just pretending, while the person in front of him was the real one.

He was in such a hurry that before all the dishes had been served, he handed Xia Chuhe a room key: "So, you really sent the message?"

Xia Chuhe accepted the room key, vehemently denying it: "Of course not, didn't I say I lost my phone?"

Mr. Zhao smiled, clearly not believing him: "Then why do you still dare to come out?"

Xia Chuhe placed his chopsticks together on the table and flippantly lifted Mr. Zhao's chin: "Who told you to be so pleasing to the eye?"

Mr. Zhao was speechless.

As the food was slowly served, Xia Chuhe revealed his true purpose, asking casually, "You didn't call me to a meeting today just to ask about those four words, did you?"

"Of course not. Someone reported you for having questionable conduct. Otherwise, why would I increase my workload?"

Just as Xia Chuhe had guessed, she asked casually, "Who is it? You seem to have a lot of free time."

Mr. Zhao scoffed: "A big shot."

He suddenly leaned forward, closing the distance between himself and Xia Chuhe: "Wait a minute, I'll tell you when we get to the room."

Xia Chuhe was extremely annoyed, debating whether to beat him up in the restaurant or the hotel. In any case, Cupid's rules didn't apply to Mr. Zhao; a good interrogation wouldn't be a problem.

Just then, her phone vibrated, notifying her of a message she was particularly interested in.

The only person to receive this honor is either one of the teammates in the group or Mingxiang.

Xia Chuhe glanced at his phone; it was Mingxiang.

Mingxiang: [Where are you?]

Xia Chuhe: [Honey, I'm eating. Have you eaten yet? I'll bring you food later, okay? Don't refuse, okay?]

There's been no word from Mingxiang again.

Xia Chuhe was very satisfied with Mingxiang's reaction.

A male god should maintain aloofness; someone who doesn't know how to keep a simp on a leash doesn't deserve one.

Xia Chuhe casually posted: "[The weather is getting hotter and hotter, baby. Thank goodness for your silent treatment, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do.]"

Mingxiang wasn't looking for her just to ask where she was; Mr. Zhao needed to resolve things quickly.

Xia Chuhe put away her phone: "I'm full."

Mr. Zhao smiled ambiguously.

The hotel was near the restaurant. Mr. Zhao leisurely digested his food and chatted with Xia Chuhe, hoping to cultivate a relationship.

Xia Chuhe relentlessly urged him, "Hurry up."

Mr. Zhao laughed and said, "What's the rush?"

Xia Chuhe: "...I can't wait to savor you properly."

Mr. Zhao noticeably quickened his pace.

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