"Password." Ouyang Xiong spoke calmly.
Password... password, Ouyang Xiu's mind went blank, he thoughtlessly blurted out the password, regretting it as soon as he said it, wishing he could slap himself. If his father knew about his foolish actions, he'd surely receive another reprimand.
From Zhao Ziming's unilateral output, Ouyang Xiong knew what had happened here. Today, when he heard about the former employees of Huo An Group's real-name accusations, he was delighted to see Huo An Group in trouble. But unexpectedly, Ouyang Xiu played a part in this behind the scenes.
Ouyang Xiong stared at his phone without speaking for a long time. The room fell into a dead silence, a bone-chilling quiet that made Ouyang Xiu couldn't help but speak up, "Dad..."
"Such a small employee can't stir up much trouble." Unexpectedly, Ouyang Xiong threw the phone back into Ouyang Xiu's arms with a calm expression.
