He hung up the phone and picked up the laptop that was next to him.
The ultra-thin laptop seemed almost like a toy in the man's hands.
After resuming from standby, the screen displayed a special interface unlike typical systems, with language that was obscure and difficult to understand, casually placed aside without worry of someone prying into the secrets.
Jiang Xuan's long and beautiful fingers moved on the keyboard, small movements but at a high frequency.
In no time, he had prepared a very formally formatted document, with his digital signature at the bottom, but it wasn't the name "Jiang Xuan."
The document wasn't like those corporate contracts, possessing a mysterious sense—it looked like an internal government circulation document...
After sending off the document, Jiang Xuan glanced at the time displayed on the bottom right corner of the screen, realizing it was about time for the young girl to have her late-night snack.
