At a glance, all his work, position, family information was seen through, leaving the uncle sweating.
He even suspected if this guy was some private investigator who had done a thorough investigation on him.
He didn't dare to have any bad thoughts about Qi Ling anymore and left sheepishly.
Qi Ling didn't look at him again, instead, continued staring at her phone screen.
On the screen, some kind of hacker program was running, with a torrent of characters flowing by. Auxiliary windows popped up one after another, all showing live footage from nearby surveillance cameras.
Hacking these cameras connected via wireless signals was something a top-notch hacker could do with a flick of their fingers.
Suddenly, Qi Ling's gaze fixed on one of the auxiliary windows and opened it.
The camera was aimed directly at a booth in the Fire Dance Bar where Su Mo and several men were sitting.
Su Mo seemed to have finished his talk and was standing up to bid farewell to the men.
