Shen Shaojia still had the bread baked by Zuo Wanjun herself in her mouth.
When she saw the anonymous message, Shen Shaojia nearly chipped a tooth on the bread as hard as a rock.
The moment Qingwu walked in, she saw Shen Shaojia typing furiously on the computer, with a heap of black, charcoal-like objects beside her.
"Sis, are you studying the components of charcoal lately?"
"Qingwu, sis really does want to study the components of this, why is it so hard! But this is mom's bread."
Qingwu, who was also familiar with Zuo Wanjun's baking skills, gave a fair assessment, "Better than last time, there's progress, worth some praise."
Not that it was much better, but Shen Dongli would always insist on finishing whatever Zuo Wanjun made…
Shen Shaojia waved Qingwu over.
"Look, I received a few anonymous texts. I applied for internal permissions to lock the IP and found out it was from Su Yao from the Su Family, and I don't even know him!"