It was Dongya who looked at her: "Sheng Yuan? Did you meet?"
"Just check it out if I ask you to," she said. "This person is really strange."
Dongya searched online and quickly found information about him: a simple writer who loved to study literature and art. Apart from his connection with Sheng Group, there was nothing special about him.
"That's all?" Ouyang didn't believe that his identity could be so simple, because those cunning eyes would never appear on someone who only did research.
Seeing how much she valued this man, Dongya began to use other methods to investigate. It was also the first time for the HDA staff to come into contact with such a purely academic person. The result was obvious: Sheng Yuan was completely different from Sheng Da. He had been a good student since childhood, with a privileged family background, excellent grades, and a perfect life. He even didn't have a girlfriend until now.
This result made Ouyang very disappointed, but she didn't think much about it. At least they wouldn't have any intersection in the future.
The HDA system has become much calmer, as if there are fewer people wanting to investigate the case during this period.
The two people were in the basement and were almost unwilling to leave the room except for general necessary physiological needs.
"Hello?" Ouyang received a call from Zhuo Qiang, "Tonight? She looked at the time and it was already past two in the afternoon. I don't want to go." It must be said that Uncle Zhuo had too many banquets to attend, so many that he had to use her as a dance partner.
"Your grandpa and grandma will also be attending the Sheng Group's banquet," the other party said.
She sat up and sighed, "They don't really want me to have anything to do with Sheng Yuan, do they?"
"No matter what, show up downstairs at the company before five o'clock," said the two old men sitting at Zhuo Qiang's desk. "Do you hear me?"
She felt something was wrong. Uncle Zhuo never spoke to her like that. She guessed he must have been threatened. "Grandpa and grandma are with you?"
"Ahem!" Zhuo Qiang said, "Remember to come."
Ouyang understood that this was another arrangement by her grandparents, so she stood up, found an evening dress, and looked at her pink forehead, which had recovered quite well.
When she went out, she knocked on Dongya’s door and said, “I’m going out for a while.
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