Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that the last time was already two months ago.

“Okay, I’ll head over now.”

…

Song Rui rushed to the company non-stop as soon as he finished at his dinner party.

He saw his son sitting in his wheelchair busily working for the company even though he hadn’t fully recovered yet, and he stood at the door with guilt in his eyes.

He didn’t want to disturb Song Wenchuan, so he quietly watched for a while before gently leaving to hold an urgent meeting.

It didn’t matter that their data had been leaked, the worrying thing was if it ended up in the hands of the wrong person.

That would be a huge blow.

Song Wenchuan’s fingers tapped quickly across the keyboard. It was so fast that it practically left behind an afterimage. But as he tapped, his brain became more and more muddled, and his actions began to slow.

No…

Song Wenchuan’s mind fought hard; he couldn’t collapse at this time.

He gritted his teeth and persisted.

But, no matter what he did, the situation wasn’t improving. In fact, it continued to worsen.

Meanwhile, a technician who had been working with Song Corporation went missing at this time.

Song Wenchuan knew that this was the work of someone who could no longer resist acting against them as soon as they heard he was awake. They weren’t swallowing up the company slowly anymore. Instead, they were being direct!

Although Song Wenchuan was skilled, he couldn’t compare to the experts.

If he still failed to contact the technician…

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead and his eyelids drooped more and more. His vision turned back and his head dropped on the keyboard.

“President!”

The technician next to him was shocked. He looked at the screen and saw the random jumble of numbers. At a speed invisible to the naked eye, they were quickly eating away at the company’s defenses.

If everything was deleted, then…

“President, wake up!”

“President Song? President Song?”

Everyone knew that he had rushed here from the hospital. His personal assistant, Xiang Hao, was stunned for a while. While urgently taking out his cell phone to make an ambulance call, he hurriedly checked Song Wenchuan’s condition with his colleagues.

In their eyes, Song Wenchuan was delicate like a glass doll.

If he wasn’t left with no choice, Xiang Hao wouldn’t have disturbed his rest.

“Hello, is this XX Private Hospital? This is… Okay.”

A big pale hand stretched forward, grabbed Xiang Hao’s phone, and pressed on the ‘end call’ button.

“President Song?!”

Xiang Hao was ecstatic. He looked at Song Wenchuan, who had woken up, and trembled in glee.

“It’s so good that you’re awake. You scared the hell out of me a moment ago.”

Song Wenchuan glanced at him and furrowed his brows. His raspy voice was deep, “A moment ago? What happened?”

“Errr…” Xiang Hao was confused. “President Song, you were just repairing our network firewall…”

“Tch—”

The man’s gaze was lazy as he held his head and clicked his tongue. He then raised his eyebrows and looked at the computer screen.

The screen was filled with a green mess.

“You can’t even resolve something so simple? You might as well not come to work.”

His voice was deep without any affection.

Xiang Hao shrunk back a little as he wondered why the President suddenly had such a powerful presence. He was frightening. In the past, President Song may have been serious and strict, but there was something different about him at this moment.

That was when he heard the tapping sounds of the keyboard beside him and he opened his mouth in shock.