210: C210 The Woman Who Appeared Again

C210 The Woman Who Appeared Again

The next morning.

Shi Qian had just walked out of the villa when Shaang Sizhan called out to her from behind, "Qian."

When Shi Qian heard this, she immediately stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him, "En, Master Zhan, what's wrong?"

Shaang Sizhan said as he walked, "Come with me and send you to school."

Shi Qian,... ""

She did not plan on going to school. She planned to go directly to the security department.

If Shaang Sizhan sent her off, wouldn't she have to go to school first before going to the security department?

Shaang Sizhan walked to the side of the car and saw that Shi Qian was still standing at the same place as before. He immediately asked, "Why are you standing there without getting in the car?"

Shi Qian withdrew her thoughts and immediately said, "No. I was thinking about whether my computer was turned off. Now I think it should be turned off."

With Shaang Sizhan's keen insight, if she did not let him send her, he would definitely notice.

Thinking of this, Shi Qian obediently followed him into the car.

After arriving at the Emperor University, Shi Qian said goodbye to Shaang Sizhan and walked into the school.

A few minutes later, she came out and took a taxi to the security department.

When she walked into the security department's courtyard, Han Yuanfeng was already downstairs waiting for her.

"Qian, come here."

Shi Qian nodded and smiled. " Yes, Uncle Han. Morning."

Han Yuanfeng smiled and said, "Morning. Have you eaten breakfast? Shall we go and eat breakfast first? "

"No need. I have already eaten. Uncle Han, have you eaten?"

"I've also eaten."

Shi Qian said, "Then let's get down to business. I thought of a way to decipher the third password last night. It should be possible."

"Oh? Really?" Han Yuanfeng's eyes were filled with surprise. "Qian, I really did not misjudge you."

Shi Qian smiled.

The two of them went upstairs and entered the confidential information room.

Everyone greeted Shi Qian in a friendly manner.

"Qian, morning."

"Good morning, Qian."

...

Shi Qian smiled sweetly, "Morning."

A young boy looked at Shi Qian and smiled, "Qian, I think you should come directly to our security department to work."

Shi Qian walked to the front of the computer and sat down, "Not yet. I haven't graduated yet."

The boy said, "Do you still need to learn the superficial knowledge that the school has taught you?"1

Shi Qian smiled. "Of course I do."

"Then come over after you graduate."

"About that... I have to think about it."

The boy:... ""

Shi Qian stopped chatting and turned on the computer to focus on deciphering the password.

Following the method she thought of yesterday, she quickly deciphered the third password.

After the third password was successfully deciphered, the information was displayed.

Shi Qian looked at the content of the information. The beautiful eyes narrowed its eyes and then looked at Han Yuanfeng. "Uncle Han, look at this information."

Han Yuanfeng and the others immediately came over and looked at the computer screen.

When they saw the message on the screen, their faces were filled with seriousness and anger.

Han Yuanfeng immediately turned to look at the secretary beside him and ordered, "Go and prepare the car."

"Yes, Minister." The secretary immediately left.

Han Yuanfeng looked at Shi Qian. "Qian, I need to go out for a while. You come with me. I will send you back to school."

Shi Qian stood up, "I will go with you. However, you don't need to send me. Go and do your work first. I will go back by myself. "

Han Yuanfeng said, "Then I will take you to the intersection. It is easy to take a taxi there."

Shi Qian did not refuse again," Alright then. "

After that, the two of them went downstairs together.

Just as they walked out of the building, Shi Qian saw the white car from yesterday appear in the courtyard again.

Then, the door opened and the woman got out of the car.

This time she saw her face clearly and Shi Qian was instantly stunned on the spot.

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