That old lecher, no wonder he won't let his daughter touch his computer.

"You're not allowed to look!" Li Qingshu covered his eyes in embarrassment and anger when she saw Chu Yang's burning gaze.

Chu Yang said, both amused and exasperated, "How can I register a QQ account for you if I don't look into it?"

Li Qingshu refused to let go: "In short, you're not allowed to look."

Thinking about it again, that didn't seem right, so he changed his wording: "You're not allowed to look at me with a lecherous gaze!"

"Uh, okay, I'll watch it very seriously," Chu Yang said earnestly.

Li Qingshu then let go of his hand and stared into his eyes to see if they were gleaming with lust.

Who is Chu Yang? He's a monster with a mental age of nearly forty. How could he be swayed by a photo that doesn't even show his face?

With a clear and wise look in his eyes, he quickly registered a QQ account.

These days, it's easy to get a premium phone number; you can easily get a six-digit account.

"The password is your full name in pinyin plus your birthday. After logging in, do this, and this... um, then you can video chat."

After Li Qingshu figured it out, he randomly opened a few partitioned hard drives.

Sure enough, I saw several folders with proper names.

Examples include: Party building materials, On protracted war, Pole-controlled drive systems and their research, Performance art, How to play the xiao (vertical bamboo flute), etc.

Chu Yang smiled knowingly but did not click on it.

Just as she was about to close the page, Li Qingshu leaned over and asked curiously, "My dad also learns to play the xiao (a type of vertical bamboo flute)?"

Before Chu Yang could react, the mouse was snatched away.

The question "How to play the xiao (vertical bamboo flute)" has been clicked...