Huang Qingtian's previous laptop, Yuanzhou had some recollection of it. It was also Yuanzhou who had helped install its configuration.
At that time, he had chosen a steel case for it, and even had it specially coated with black piano lacquer, just to make the laptop match the leader's flamboyant and cool personality.
But the one that Huang Qingtian brought to him now, not only was the piano lacquer completely scratched up, but even the welded part of the case was cracked.
According to Yuanzhou's guess, if this laptop was indeed Huang Qingtian's previous one, it must have endured some inhuman mistreatment.
But no matter how you looked at it, Huang Qingtian, the old bi**h, didn't seem like someone who would take out his anger on a laptop.
Could it be...
At this moment, the image of a person had already surfaced in Yuanzhou's mind.
Meanwhile, Huang Qingtian said, "The little brat had a temper tantrum last night and took apart the laptop!"