Zheng Haoyu sat nervously in the car, suddenly remembering one thing: Yixin's computer skills. With such a skill, he could know anything he wanted. Could it be that he already knows?
He turned his head to scrutinize Yixin with his eyes. Inside, he felt a warm sensation, a little excited — this is what being cared for by a son feels like. "Yixin, I..."
"Zheng Haoyu, if you want to say something, just say it quickly. If not, I must go back and eat cake." Yixin's indifferent attitude instantly extinguished that bit of excitement in Zheng Haoyu's heart.
Zheng Haoyu rubbed his nose — does he not know?
He felt conflicted inside, carefully watching Yixin's expression. At this moment, he finally understood the suffering of Huaxiang's employees because, with Yixin's expressionless little face, it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
