Feng Huaijin reached out to wipe his forehead, his hand covered in sweat.
Why would he have such a strange dream?
Feng Huaijin cursed silently. Ever since that little rascal appeared once, Feng Huaijin always felt like there was a ticking bomb around him, afraid it would explode if Su Li discovered it one day.
Even though he guessed that the little rascal seen on Su Li's WeChat might be the child from that night, Feng Huaijin... dared not ask.
If it wasn't, would he not be exposing himself unnecessarily?
Unless absolutely necessary, he definitely wouldn't ask.
Feng Huaijin rubbed his brow, watching the programmer leader, who was almost bald, walk in, and asked in a deep voice, "How's the situation?"
The programmer leader revealed a trace of suspicion and said, "Mr. Feng, according to your instructions, we remotely controlled Miss Su Li's phone and didn't find any child's contact in her WeChat. Did you make a mistake, or... has Miss Su Li already deleted that person?"
