"Qin..." Manager.
The female programmer, upon seeing Qin Mobai's fierce gaze, swallowed back the word "Manager." Perhaps the president wanted to play a new game with this little girl, so he didn't tell her his identity. As subordinates, they certainly had to fully cooperate.
"Young Master Qin, we traced the IP. It's from a guy named Wang Yong at No. 278 Ande Road, but it's an internet cafe where people come and go every day. To find out who posted the thread..." is beyond what our tech department can do.
Lou Xi had thought that once the IP was traced, she could find the person who framed her. Instead, they found an internet cafe, which is as good as finding nothing.
Her face was full of disappointment. If she couldn't find the person who framed her, she would definitely be forced to move out.
