Chapter 436 The Crown Prince's Little Darling 1
Lihua High School, Grade 11 Class A, last row by the window.
Fan Jingtian placed the dessert on the table and said breathlessly, "Brother Yan, your mango mousse."
Upon hearing this, the other students in the classroom all perked up their ears, looking like they wanted to gossip but didn't dare to be too blatant.
Bo Yan shifted his gaze from the exam paper, thoughtfully looking at the yellow and white dessert. His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, then he nodded to Fan Jingtian: "Thank you."
Fan Jingtian took a bite of the bread in his hand and mumbled, "Brother Yan, you're too kind."
Yan Ge's tastes have changed drastically these past few days, and he almost always replies instantly whenever I ask him what he wants to eat.
That makes me really curious.
Once everyone had left, Bo Yan took his phone out of the drawer.
My gaze lingered on the chat history of the four-person group.
There was indeed mango mousse on it, a message I replied to five minutes ago.
However, at that time, he was solving a difficult problem to pass the time.
A cold glint flashed in the boy's eyes.
This situation started three days ago.
He suspects that it was around that time that his phone was hacked.
How foolish, they can't even lie in wait.
Thinking of this, his eyes behind the glasses narrowed slightly, or perhaps it was a form of provocation?
The black-haired boy's lips curled slightly, and the terrifying aura that burst forth in an instant could never have come from a high school student who was only seventeen years old.
In the blink of an eye, the dangerous aura vanished completely.
Like a stone thrown into a calm lake, it creates ripples that quickly return to normal.
It seems we need to find out who's behind this as soon as possible.
He dislikes unpredictable situations in life, such as the mango mousse on the table.
After school, the mango mousse was thrown into the trash can.
A slender, dark-haired boy carrying his schoolbag left the campus unhurriedly, turned into an alley after several twists and turns, and finally knocked on a door.
Not long after, the door opened, and he stepped inside.
A man with an afro stood respectfully to the side, "Young Master..."
Before I could even ask a question, a cell phone appeared in front of me.
Bo Yan: "Investigate thoroughly."
The man with the afro quickly took it, walked to the workbench, and connected it with a data cable. On the several large screens on the wall, strings of data scrolled rapidly.
Ten minutes later, the man with the afro walked up to Bo Yan with his phone in both hands and said nervously, "Young Master, there's nothing unusual."
His cold gaze lingered on the phone for a full ten seconds before he reached out and took it, then looked the afro over his head.
The man with the afro was on tenterhooks. Although the young master didn't say anything, his scrutinizing look made it seem as if he was considering whether to dismiss him because of his poor performance.
"Young...Young Master, is there a problem?"
Even if I die, I want to die knowing why!
Bo Yan's voice was slightly cold, revealing a cruel and inhuman touch: "If you can't find out, then you're not capable enough."
"Contact your superiors yourself."
The boy stood up, slung his schoolbag over his left shoulder, and walked out without looking back.
The man with the afro was left standing there anxiously, wiping his forehead, which was covered in sweat.
He truly lives up to his reputation as the heir of the Bo family; he exudes extraordinary presence at such a young age.
However, Song Jinhuan was also feeling uneasy at this moment. The moment her phone was plugged into the data cable, her heart was in turmoil.
Even after leaving that alley, I still couldn't find peace of mind.
"Sanjin, the bodies you've been choosing are getting more and more outrageous!" Song Jinhuan complained, on the verge of tears.
Sanjin felt a little guilty for a moment, but quickly replied confidently, "There's nothing I can do, this plane is quite special!"
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