Huo Jinyan sat back on the couch and replied. "Just an inkstone."
Most collectors of calligraphy and brush painting hailed from a scholarly background, so this gift was perfect.
Huo Yao nodded and didn't ask him for any further details. She stood up after finishing the tea. "I'm going to my room. I still have some homework to do."
"Okay. Don't stay up late," said Huo Jinyan.
"Uh huh."
Huo Yao nodded obediently to everyone in the living room before heading back to her room with the box in hand.
After Huo Yao came out of the shower, she sat in front of her desk. She turned on the computer, went into safe mode, and entered a string of characters.
The screen went black before long with code jumping on it, just like it was doing on Yang Yi's laptop.
A minute later, the laptop interface changed to show a lot of data. Huo Yao contemplated before she altered the firewall.
