142: Do You Know Pei Yunge?

Do You Know Pei Yunge?

However… 2

The next day, early in the morning.

The Qin family had just started their investigation when something happened online.

The anti-fan had hacked the hospital's official account and the information on Old Master Qin's medical record had been posted online. They even openly provoked Qin Lang.

[Yuncheng Hospital: Why don't you go and die? Then I'll let your family off the hook. [smirking] @ Crush Qin Lang.]

Instantly, this matter caused a sensation all over the Internet.

At the same time, this had angered many fans and they couldn't help but scold the anti-fan online.

[Why don't you just die?]

[You won't even let Grandpa Qin off the hook. You're not an anti-fan, you're a pervert. [laughing]]

[Do you think you're disgusting?]

[I give up. Is this something a human would do? Although I'm also an anti-fan of Qin Lang, Qin Lang is too pitiful in this incident. Grandpa is even more pitiful.]

[Maybe he's still laughing. The Qin family has been played to such a state by him. If we scold him online, he might think that we're clowns… Thinking of this, I'm even angrier.]

[Brother Lang, don't listen to him. We will always be here. Protect Grandpa and take care of yourself @ Crush Qin Lang]

…

Then…

After this incident, the technology department of the social network software company also notified the Vice President and all the higher-ups at once.

However, after the Vice President heard everything, he only felt that this was extremely ridiculous.

His expression was filled with disbelief. "What crazy person? Is he stupid? How dare someone touch the Qin family in this day and age??"

Did this person not know that Pei Yunge was the great big boss of that research institute!?

"Vice President, should we intervene in this matter?" The head of the technical department asked carefully.

After all, someone who could hack the hospital's security system and even openly provoke the Qin family online was definitely not someone to mess with.

If they helped the Qin family and this person turned his attention to them, it would only invite trouble for them.

"Of course! Go and delete all of Old Master Qin's information online. Any related keywords must be banned too."

The Vice President then scolded angrily, "You d*mn media, you even dare to benefit from other's terrible plight!"

The technical department head was speechless.

You even have the cheek to talk about others?

"Vice President, do you know Pei Yunge?"

The technical department head immediately remembered that the Vice President had asked them to deal with Pei Yunge's blacklist.

"Do you think I am that lucky?" The Vice President said slowly.

…

In the living room of the old manor.

The atmosphere was silent.

After a long time, Qin Lang couldn't help but lower his head and curse. He scratched his silver-gray short hair impatiently as he gritted his teeth. "Why doesn't this b*astard come out and stab me if it hates me so much?"

"Qin Lang, calm down. Grandpa's life is no longer in danger. He'll be fine."

Seeing the dark circles under Qin Lang's eyes, Qin Yu reached out and patted him on the back, frowning as he comforted him.

"But this b*stard has no intention of letting Grandpa off!"

In the early hours of the morning, Qin Lang could not help but publicly talk to the anti-fan online. If he/she had any problems with him, he/she should come after him and not attack his family.

However, the person who did this clearly hated Qin Lang to the core since he had provoked him again early in the morning.

"Strange, I just posted a lawyer's letter on the post revealing Grandpa's information, and only a few marketing accounts were willing to delete their comments. Now, why are all of them gone?"

Qin Yu was a little surprised.

However, when Qin Lang heard this, he did not ask further as he remained listless.

Suddenly.

Qin Youjiao said, "I just sent a message to a friend of mine. His father is the Vice President of the platform. Maybe he helped to delete it."

Hearing this, Mrs Qin could not help grabbing Qin Youjiao's hand.

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