Half an hour later.
Xu Dayuan and Zhang Chunbo were also waiting in the office, each of them anxious but refraining from rushing anyone.
Just as Mr. Zhao refreshed the desktop, the computer coughed twice, and when he clicked open the chat box, Mr. Huang, the forensic expert, sent a gritted-teeth emoji followed by a message.
"In a hurry, aren't you?"
Xu Dayuan looking impatient, took out his phone.
"What's their number? I'll call them."
Zhou Ning with a face full of exasperation, blocked Xu Dayuan's actions; people were having a good conversation with Mr. Zhao, and if you intervene now, wouldn't that be like tattling? They were all working hard in their respective technical fields, yet still ended up being resented for their work. This wasn't good, as he stopped Xu Dayuan.
"Don't worry, Boss. Mr. Zhao is the best at handling this."
Xu Dayuan pursed his lips, look staring at the back of Mr. Zhao's head.