The night enveloped the sky, stars shining on the earth. The dim lights illuminated the bumpy roads, and sparse crowds came and went on the streets.
Coming out of the clothing store, He Ao, dressed in simple casual wear, lowered his head and glanced at the mail displayed on his wristband.
[You are wanted, old handsome guy. I'm afraid several big financial groups will trouble you next, but for the time being, the Board of the Menshu Group won't bother you. /smiley face]
The sender was anonymous, with no name in the signature, only a fiery red lip print. If you look closely, there were some tiny cracks on the lip print, suggesting that someone had actually kissed it before it was scanned into an electronic signature.
He Ao exited the mail interface; the mail self-destructed without leaving any traces.
But he clearly knew who the sender was: Medala.
A board member of the Menshu Group, head of the human resources department, from the ancient Ains family.
