"I don't know. That USB drive is destroyed; stop thinking about it," Qiao Yonghui said, his gaze filled with sorrow as he stared at Jian Wan's photograph on the tombstone.
"Qiao Yonghui, are you not telling the truth?" Jian Xi snapped, raising her voice, "Have I made your life too comfortable lately?"
Qiao Yonghui remained silent, no matter what Jian Xi said, he simply refused to disclose anything about the USB drive.
Feeling annoyed, Jian Xi hung up the phone and then called her assistant Wang Juan: "Xiao Wang, check on what Qiao Yonghui has been doing recently for me."
"Director Jian. He went to guard the cemetery!"
"What?" Jian Xi was startled.
"You haven't gone abroad yet, and Qiao Yonghui chose to volunteer as a tomb guardian himself."
Jian Xi's eyes widened in shock.
"Director Jian, did he upset you again? Actually, I've been investigating him secretly for you, he's been behaving himself now, living alone in the cemetery, and cleaning your mother's grave every day…"