Yan Anhe laughed, "Know a bit of computer? Just a bit, huh? Wow, you're really something."
Just now, Chen Qi had invited a senior from the computer science department, and they all failed to recover the destroyed files.
Yan Anhe knew the final experimental data would definitely be retrieved.
What she wanted was not for the exchange project to be ruined, but for Ying Zijin to be nailed with the reputation of incompetence.
Chen Qi threw a cold glance at her, "Yan Anhe, does your mouth have an extra seam?"
Ying Zijin placed the torn sticker on the table, then sat in front of the computer.
Her slender fingers fell rapidly on the keyboard, so quickly that one could almost see an afterimage.
Not even a minute passed before the shredded file reappeared on the D drive.
At the same time, a window popped up on the right side of the file.
It showed all the timelines, including every edit and save.