Qi Yue was sitting in the conference room when suddenly he heard the sound of an alarm and jumped in shock. He thought to himself, could it be targeting him? No, it couldn't be. Li Yang had made it very clear just now. He hadn't really come into conflict with the people of Jinggu Building, so they wouldn't sound the alarm for just one person. It seemed something had gone wrong.
On the 120th floor of Jinggu Building, within a luxurious office, a 27- or 28-year-old woman dressed in blue business attire was pointing at a whiteboard and teaching economics to a young girl sitting on the sofa. If Qi Yue were here, he would be surprised to recognize that the woman giving the lecture was Sister Yue Guan, whom he had just parted from not long ago. Sister Yue Guan now wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which added a scholarly air to her appearance. The girl sitting in front of her was a spirited 16-or-17-year-old with clever, beautiful big eyes filled with mischief.