Outside the classroom, East Balcony.
Lin Jingwen, the leader of the Samsung crisis response team, was watching the high school student named Ma Shicheng.
She felt she might not have been clear enough just now: "Since your phone has enabled logging, the daily chat records can be restored from the cloud."
She smirked slightly, her body leaning forward a bit. Her perfume was faint but pleasant: "Young man, you wouldn't want others to see your privacy, would you?"
Her lips curved slightly, but there was no hint of a smile in her sharp phoenix eyes.
Ma Shicheng: "It doesn't matter, my information was already sold by my cousin anyway."
Lin Jingwen felt a bit troubled; this high school student was mature and not at all like an ordinary high school student. If this were South Korea, those high school students would have long said 'Mianhamnida' (sorry)."
