Lin Yixun suddenly realized that she had been fooled; it turned out Leng Yixiu was just messing with her earlier. However, she dared not speak like she did just now. This man was too unpredictable. Although he seemed to be in a good mood now, there was no guarantee he wouldn't do something extreme in a moment.
So, Lin Yixun reluctantly pulled the documents from Leng Yixiu's hands, turned, and walked towards the desk, muttering, "Typing still requires a computer, right?"
The man pushed the laptop on the table towards Lin Yixun, "Take it and use it."
Lin Yixun found a stool, sat down at the desk, and opened the computer, only to find that it required a password to boot up. She couldn't help but ask, "What's the boot password?"
The man's eyes slightly changed, and after a long while, his thin lips gently parted, "Your birthday."
