It got late into the night.
While everybody else was already sound asleep, the clicking sounds from a keyboard came from the main bedroom at the top floor of the Fu family residence.
Fu Jiu was sitting in front of the computer and had successfully logged into the home screen of Director Zhang's phone.
Many passwords for transactions were still on the webpages.
But Fu Jiu didn't touch those.
Maybe normal people didn't know.
But real hackers didn't hack to get money.
This was the principle.
What Fu Jiu wanted was simple—everything in Director Zhang's daily chat history.
"Your life sure is exciting." Fu Jiu listened to Director Zhang's voice chat history with a young woman and curled her lips. "Who knows what his wife will do after hearing this?"
Fu Jiu smiled, moved her fingers, and stopped at Director Zhang's SMS page, which clearly recorded the details of him improperly soliciting money from all the parents.
