My eyes fell on that business card and I exclaimed, “I’ve got an idea!”

I called Lao Yao, who was now a consultant to the police just like me. He couldn’t be bothered to carry his equipment around all the time, so he still worked in his dorm room as he did before.

I briefly summarized the case to him. He listened to me intently without interrupting. When I finished, his first question was, “How handsome is Dr. Cheng?”

“Not as handsome as you are,” I answered.

Lao Yao chuckled for a good few minutes then cooed, “You’re teasing me, Little Song! So, how can I help you?”

I gave him Dr. Cheng’s email address from the business card and asked him to hack into it. 

“What’s my reward?” Lao Yao asked.

“But you’re a consultant now,” I argued. “Why do I still need to pay you?”

“You can’t expect me to do you a favor...