As soon as these words were spoken, the office's white hats turned their eyes, some frowning with dissatisfaction, while others cast provoking glances.
Wen Meimei noticed the multitude of strange gazes and sheepishly smiled, changing her tone, "I'll give it a try."
In her mind, she thought: Today, I'll let you all see what true expertise looks like.
Wen Meimei sat at the computer, her long fingers tapping away at the keyboard, her clear eyes focused on the screen, and in the blink of an eye, a page of code appeared.
The other white hats, attracted by the sound of her typing, looked over, and some couldn't help but come closer to see for themselves, quickly revealing admiration.
A few minutes later, Wen Meimei forcefully pressed the Enter key, stood up swiftly, and pointed at the final IP address that appeared, saying, "That's his address. Do you need me to find his personal information for you?"
Han Zhan laughed, "That won't be necessary, but there's another matter."
