He immediately reported to Mr. He and He Sitian.
"...The computer was stolen? How is that possible? Our R&D department's doors aren't made of paper, how could a thief easily get in?"
He Tiantian exclaimed loudly, her tone filled with obvious disbelief.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yongkang was sitting in the living room, seemingly engrossed in a foreign art magazine.
In reality, his ears were perked up like a rabbit's.
Hearing the words "was stolen," Zhao Yongkang's heart started to race.
However, he wasn't too shocked or panicked.
It was early morning when the news broke; it was normal, after all—a missing computer, something so crucial, was bound to be noticed by anyone.
Even if it had been stolen, it wasn't likely that he would be suspected of being the one behind it.
Because, during the day yesterday, Zhao Yongkang had closely observed the lab and noticed that there were no surveillance cameras installed.
It was said to be to prevent data leaks.
