This superpower is unreliable.

It was 4:50 in the morning. It was daybreak and the sun had not yet risen, but Huang Chiyao had already opened his eyes and was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling without moving.

She didn't wake up early, she just didn't get much sleep the whole night.

She suffers from insomnia.

Yesterday, I did this, and after letting off some steam, I felt both pain and pleasure. But when it was late at night, Huang Chiyao couldn't sleep and had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

She didn't know if she was being a little impulsive.

She hadn't figured out how to deal with the situation. Should she go to the company tomorrow? Should she quit and find another internship? She also explained the whole story to the counselor. If the family knew about it, how would she explain it to them?

Huang Chiyao thought about it over and over again for the whole night, but still couldn't figure it out. Finally, she sat up abruptly and decided to go back to the company first to see what arrangements the company would make, and then she would decide what to do next.

Again, she can't be killed.

It was already daybreak. Huang Chiyao didn't feel like lying in bed any longer, so he quietly got out of bed, washed up, and went back to the company.

As soon as she got downstairs, she saw the bustling entrance of the company.

What day is today? Why are everyone back so early?

When she stopped and looked carefully, she found that many of the people gathered at the door were not employees of the company. Many of them were holding cameras or microphones, and when they saw someone who looked like a new employee approaching, they rushed over like hyenas catching prey.

The security guard at the door kept trying to drive them away, but to no avail.

Reporters? Why are there so many reporters here?

Moreover, many people were broadcasting live on their mobile phones, and there were probably some self-media people as well.

A colleague who was about to break through the siege was stopped by the waves before he even reached the door. Several people surrounded him and asked him a series of questions like a machine gun.

"Hello! Are you an employee of Zhixin Technology? Do you know about the incident of interns being sexually harassed by senior employees at Zhixin Technology yesterday? Are you in the same department as the intern? Can you tell me what you think about this incident? Will Zhixin Technology protect senior employees for the sake of the company's image?"

When Huang Chiyao heard these key words related to himself, his heart started beating wildly.

What happened? Why did it get out? Was it because she called the police?

What Huang Chiyao was most worried about was whether her personal information had been exposed, so she hid in a corner and quickly went online to check what had happened.

As soon as you search the words "Zhi Xin Technology", related news will pop up, and the latest news is all about her.

"Shock! A leading technology company is actually a den of perverts!"

"Horrible! A teenage girl was collectively bullied by a big company!"

"Interns have been sexually harassed for a long time, and Zhixin Technology has a big human resources loophole"

Etc., etc.

There were even more offensive headlines, but after clicking on them, Huang Chiyao did not see his name or photo, and even Methodist University did not appear. It only mentioned that a female university intern was sexually harassed and attacked by an employee of Zhixin Technology. As for other people, the news used the surnames of supervisor G, manager D, etc., without mentioning their real names, but as long as they were employees working in the company, they could basically guess who they were.

Huang Chiyao always felt that something was wrong.

Usually, in this type of news, isn't it true that the victim's information is exposed in greater detail than the perpetrator? After all, this can excite people's imagination.

For some reason, she felt as if she was secretly protected.

But no matter what, this matter has fermented, and now is not the time to go back to the company.

But you have to tell people in the company.

Huang Chiyao didn’t know who else she could trust. The only person she could think of and contact was Xu Keke.

So she sent a message to Xu Keke.

"Sister Coco, there seem to be a lot of reporters at the company. I want to take a day off today."

Xu Ke replied quickly.

"Okay, go back and be careful. I'll let you know as soon as the company has any new arrangements."

After Huang Chiyao finished reading, he let out a long sigh, turned around and left towards the school.

Just a few seconds later, Huang Chiyao received another message.

She thought it was Sister Keke who wanted to tell her something, so she took out her phone and saw it was a friend request.

"I am Wen Guzhi."

----

The top floor of Zhixin Technology.

Wen Guzhi sat in the office, holding his forehead with one hand, looking at the contents on the computer. The more he looked, the more his brows furrowed. He couldn't help but rub his temples vigorously with his thumb and middle finger that were holding his forehead.

What a headache.

He only found out about this in the early morning. The public relations and administration departments did not report to him the police visit to the company yesterday, but planned to handle it as usual. However, things got out of hand after just one night.

It was still unclear how the incident had been leaked, but Wen Guzhi, as the person in charge of the branch, naturally had a responsibility. The incident had escalated to the point where even the board of directors was asking about it, so he had no choice but to step in personally.

The first thing he wanted to do was to find a few parties involved and question them separately.

But when he received the list, especially when he saw Huang Chiyao's name, he only felt more headache.

Wen Guzhi even found it a little hard to imagine.

Isn't Huang Chiyao a very law-abiding person? How come such a big thing has happened now? And he is the last person to know about it?

He had originally planned to find out about Huang Chiyao's work situation when she was doing her internship, but he had been so busy recently that he forgot about it.

This forgetfulness made Wen Guzhi a little upset.

"Knock knock knock!"

"Please come in."

As soon as the door opened, Huang Chiyao came running, feeling a little helpless and uncomfortable, just like the last time he came to this office.

Wen Guzhi asked the assistant who brought her to leave first. When they were the only two left in the office, Wen Guzhi motioned for Huang Chiyao to sit down and asked, "Are you okay?"

Huang Chiyao originally had complicated feelings towards Wen Guzhi, as if he thought he was getting closer to someone he admired, but in fact the other person didn't care.

But when she heard Wen Guzhi's words, tears flowed uncontrollably and filled her eyes.

She couldn't respond, so she could only hold the words in her throat, because she knew that as soon as she opened her mouth, she would burst into tears.

The admirer finally stopped and took a serious look at her wound.

Wen Guzhi held his breath at this moment.

He wanted to ask Huang Chiyao why he was so reckless and why he didn't ask him for help first, but when he saw Huang Chiyao's tearful eyes but the aggrieved look he was trying hard to hold back, his heart softened.

He had seen the tough Yellow-Winged Yao, the Yellow-Winged Yao who calmly sought rescue when the elevator was trapped, and the Yellow-Winged Yao who protected him.

He admired this seemingly fragile but strong-willed girl, but that was just admiration.

It was not until he saw the admiring look Huang Chiyao gave him that he realized that this girl was not just strong-willed.

And her weak expression at this moment made him feel as if he had found the most beautiful and most suitable flower.

When it comes to his favorite flowers, Wen Guzhi falls in love with them easily.

"It's okay. I'll help you."

Huang Chi raised his head, looking up at Wen Guzhi with his red eyes. A tear hung at the corner of his eyelashes, shining like morning dew on a flower.

Wen Guzhi felt as if he had been bewitched.

Come, pick the flowers, the dew is intoxicating.

He couldn't help but stretch out his index finger and gently wipe away the tear.

"It's my turn to help you this time. Okay?"