After checking the answers and correcting the wrong questions, Ye Wan seemed to remember something and opened the dialogue box of "Wan Wan is a Little Fairy". "Here is a ticket for the fan meeting of Feiyu Mid-Year Banquet. Would you like to come?"

There were three tickets, one of which was given to “I’m Having a Hard Time” who passionately ordered 600,000 servings of fruit.

One was given to Yang Weiwei.

Now, Ye Wan only has this last one left in his hand.

With so many veteran fans, Ye Wan really couldn’t remember who was the first person to click into the live broadcast room and follow her. It was not easy to favor one over the other, so she just put it aside.

Unexpectedly, I met this big guy by chance.

After all, the smell of money is sweet.

You can't let them spend 1 million just to watch a grand fake fireworks show, right? Lu Changchuan glanced at the tickets Rong Qian sent in the drawer.

He was alone and didn't need two tickets to see Wanwan.

But, if he has two tickets, then there will be one less man who can see Wanwan, right?

It is natural to attribute those fans who post "Wanwan, my wife, I'm here", "Wife, stick with me", and "Wife, my saliva is about to fall out" in the barrage to bad men.

Lu Changchuan tapped the keyboard, "OK."

The next moment, Ye Wan sent a link to me. "Click on it and go to the official website to redeem your tickets. Thank you for your support! Muah..."

In front of me was the “Mmmmm” sent by Ye Wan.

In my mind is the vivid face of the girl when she was pouting, and the gentle kiss at the sports meeting.

The reaction was instant, and there was a flash of embarrassment and anger in Lu Changchuan's eyes.

When he looked up at Ye Wan, who was doing the test seriously on the screen, with pure and well-behaved eyes, two words rushed through his mind: beast! The next second, Lu Changchuan stood up and left.

There was only some unspeakable panic and anger in his back.

…

After the live broadcast ended, Ye Wan concentrated on solving questions for another two hours before he put down his pen and stretched.

When the hidden icon in the lower right corner of the computer began to flash, Ye Wan restarted the computer.

When I turned it on again, the screen was pure black.

Ye Wan narrowed his eyes, "Have you found out who it is?"

"The phone was a satellite phone, and the IP was overseas. I traced it to Las Vegas, but the signal disappeared."

There was a hint of annoyance in the other party's voice, but then he became excited again. "However, the tracker is ineffective, but the virus is not. Don't worry, boss. The person who wants to deal with you will cry soon."

I spent money but couldn't contact the person who did the work.

Anyone would be furious if their money went down the drain, right? Moreover, it was not a small amount.

"Boss, the stolen money..."

"It's yours!"

After saying these three words, Ye Wan hung up the phone.

He must be from Sicheng, there is no other possibility.

People outside Sicheng are either strangers or will not easily provoke her.

The only people who knew her but knew she was not easy to deal with and didn't dare to deal with her personally were the acquaintances in the Sicheng circle.

Whoever it is, he deserves it!

Ye Wan curled his lips.

…

In the early morning of the "Midnight" bar, the VIP room at the end of the third floor was a mess.

He dialed the number again, and the cold voice told him that the number was invalid.

This is... taking the money and running away?

With no place to vent his anger, Han Bolin picked up a bottle of wine and smashed it against the wall.

(End of this chapter)