闪电算

“What did you say?” Yanbei was taken aback.

Qin Yao directly handed the faxed information from Junxing Weibo to Yanbei, and then continued to say:

“This is the registration information of [Grandpa-sells-regret-pills] sent by Weibo. According to the registration information, this is indeed your grandfather. So, I really don’t know if anyone other than you could convince him to come here.”

“After all, over a decade ago, after your grandmother passed away, your grandfather left the capital and chose to retire on a sunny, flower-filled island facing the sea. Countless people have invited him to weddings or feasts, but he never attended any of them. The only time he returned to the capital was for your presidential inauguration ceremony. Besides, he once said that he did not like being disturbed. Ordinary people don’t even know which island he lives on. If I go there to invite him, how could I possibly persuade him?”

Yanbei took the information, looked at it for a long time, then pulled out his phone and looked at the private messages with [Grandpa-sells-regret-pills].

He was absolutely certain; this was not his grandfather signing up on Weibo to play tricks on him.

The person who had used his grandfather’s information to register this Weibo account should be punished!

Anger surged in Yanbei: “Find out the phone used to login to this account, and bring the person to me immediately!”

“Mr. President, do you mean that someone used your grandfather’s information to register on Weibo?”

Yanbei shot Qin Yao a chilling glance: “Do you really think my grandfather, a man in his seventies, has nothing better to do than sell regret pills on Weibo?”

Now understanding, Qin Yao immediately bowed: “I will get on it right away!”

The next day, Ye Junqing had to go on a business trip to Country Q. Early in the morning, before Ye Xingguang had even woken up, he hopped in the car to the airport.

Fu Zhuo noticed a small hole in his shirt, burned by a cigarette ash and was surprised: “Aren’t you wearing the same shirt as yesterday? Didn’t you change your clothes?”

“I washed it and dried it last night.” Ye Junqing closed his eyes leisurely.

“You wore it yesterday, washed it, and you’re wearing it again today. Don’t you have any other shirts in your closet?”

“I like it, why does it bother you?” Ye Junqing lifted his eyelids, looked up, his gaze sweeping dangerously over the overly critical Fu Zhuo.

Fu Zhuo:

Just because Miss Ye gave you a shirt, you cherish it this much?

Should I ask Miss Ye to buy another set? Otherwise, I’m afraid Ye Junqing plans on washing and drying it every night, only to put it back on the next morning.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that the Ye Corporation was going bankrupt. The boss can’t even afford clothes and wears the same tattered shirt every day.

What’s so special about this Miss Ye?

I can’t see anything special about Miss Ye. How did she win over Ye Junqing’s heart in such a short month? This is highly unscientific!

Ye Xingguang didn’t know that Ye Junqing had gone on a business trip. She felt that she needed some quiet time to sort out her feelings and to think about whether to post on Weibo or not.

After thinking about it for two days, the more she thought, the more she wanted to post a selfie. Or should she just wait for Xia Yanyan to apply to the President on her birthday, and let Xia Yanyan snatch Ye Junqing from her?

Just thinking about the triumphant face of Xia Yanyan made her furious!

In this life, she could afford to lose to anyone, but she couldn’t stand to lose to Xia Yanyan!