Yan Xing was so shocked by her words that his brain almost crashed. After a while, he asked, "So, what should we do? We can't let the company fall into a hopeless situation!"
"How about this, you claim that you can repair the video, and ask him for it. I'll do the actual work."
"But what if he refuses to give me the video and asks me to repair it at Shengling Corporation?"
"Then, when he's not paying attention, you can copy it and send it to me. Or, you can tell me which computer it's on, and I can hack it to get a copy. In any case, there are plenty of ways."
Yan Xing finally exhaled a long sigh of relief. There were indeed many methods, both legal and underhanded, and he could manage them all. He was just afraid that Qiao Yin would be unwilling to help repair the video—after all, he really couldn't fix it himself.