Su Yunling arched her eyebrows and said no more. In the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the projection on the display screen and saw a familiar name. Su Yunling’s gaze paused for a moment before she focused all her attention on the screen.
Fu Xiyan had opened his phone to message his subordinates to organize the "mental method," but when he saw that Gu Zhiqi had sent him a message, he immediately opened her chat.
There were three messages in total: one file, one sentence, and lastly, an account number.
[Gu Zhiqi: "Remember to pay the balance."]
The message that followed was the account number.
Fu Xiyan had a good memory; he only needed to go over something in his mind once, and he wouldn’t forget.
But just a glance at this account number made it seem familiar.
Thinking back, Gu Zhiqi had sent him more than one account number before, so he didn’t really take it to heart.
He copied the account number, and just as he was about to open the banking app, something suddenly flashed through his mind, and he stopped the action of opening the app.
This account number, he was sure he had seen it somewhere else, not just from Gu Zhiqi.
Fu Xiyan thought carefully about the account numbers he had come across these days.
Suddenly, his eyes changed, and he immediately opened the Webbing app.
After opening the app, he went straight to his chat with Jiu.
"Third Brother, I’ve only sorted out four parts for the time being, and the rest, I..." Seeing Su Yunling staring at the screen, Tang Yichen halted and subconsciously turned his head to look at the display as well.
To his utter shock, what he saw on the screen left him agape, his mouth wide enough to fit a large light bulb.
Why was West’s homepage projected on the display screen?!
Busy with the messages from Jiu, Fu Xiyan had not noticed the abnormal reactions of Su Yunling and Tang Yichen, nor the images on the display screen, and of course, he was unaware that he had been exposed.
Fu Xiyan found the account number sent by Jiu and quickly flipped through the pages on his phone, comparing the account number sent by Gu Zhiqi with the one sent by Jiu, and then Fu Xiyan fell silent.
Not a single digit was different!
There was a sudden outburst of cursing in the conference room that wasn’t from Fu Xiyan, but from Tang Yichen.
Hearing this, Fu Xiyan instinctively looked up at Tang Yichen and saw him staring in shock at the direction of the display screen.
Fu Xiyan turned his head to look at the display, and then he fell silent.
At this moment, he too wanted to utter an expletive, just like Tang Yichen.
Fu Xiyan looked down at his phone in his hand, then up at the display screen, back and forth several times.
His expression was very complicated.
The image on the display screen and the one on his phone were not just very similar; they were exactly the same.
Silence, silence, silence; it was Fu Xiyan’s phone, silently connected to the projector, that displayed the image on the screen.
Su Yunling, resting her chin in her hand, looked at the display screen and spoke leisurely, "Old Fu, you’ve hidden deep."
Tang Yichen’s gaze was deep as he stared at Fu Xiyan, "The top assassin, West." He paused, then continued, "Xiyan! Impressive."
His tone was deep, his expression complex; because it was so complex, he couldn’t form any expression on his face, but simply stared woodenly at Fu Xiyan.
His fall from grace had come so unexpectedly, like a tornado.
So, how was he to explain?
"You never asked me," Fu Xiyan said leisurely, and then, in front of both of them, copied the account number sent by Jiu and pasted it in a message to Gu Zhiqi, making two account numbers appear in the chat.
Pointing at the two account numbers, Fu Xiyan attempted to change the subject, "How about we take a look at these two account numbers?"