Wen Qiao looked up and glanced at him with a smile: "I definitely don't need his donation."
He sent another message to Zhuang Yan, and the reply from there was exactly the same as Shang Fan's.
Wen Qiao felt that Fu Nanli's hand around her waist was getting tighter and tighter, almost breaking her waist.
"There are so many people willing to spend money on you."
Mr. Fu gritted his teeth so hard that his back teeth were almost broken.
Wen Qiao laughed but felt a little aggrieved in her heart. She had tried her best to be indifferent in front of those people, but many things were beyond her control.
It was another long wait. Lu Youyou's call came forty minutes later. She stood on her heels until they were numb.
She immediately picked up the phone and asked, "How is it? Who donated the building?"
"I don't know. The other party anonymously transferred 20 million to the school account. Later, the chairman of the board received a message saying that it was donated in your name."
Wen Qiao was a little confused, "Do you have the other party's mobile phone number and account number?"
"Yes, I'll send it to your phone."
Wen Qiao received the account number and mobile phone number. She went into the W guild and sent a message to SY.
After all, it was not convenient for her to transform into a hacker to track these two pieces of information in front of Fu Nanli, so she could only ask sy to help her again.
Although Sy's profile picture was always grey, he would always reply to her quickly whenever she sent a message. This time was no exception. He asked him to track the account and phone number, and the other party replied with an "ok" quickly.
"It will be checked soon." Wen Qiao's hand fell carefully on his thin waist. His body temperature passed through the thin shirt fabric to her palm. Just when she was about to let go, she was held down by the man's strong and powerful hand again.
Another half an hour passed, and Wen Qiao's feet became more numb. His legs went limp and he almost fell to the ground, but was caught by Fu Nanli's big hands.
He picked the person up and carried him into the living room.
When Wen Qiao was put on the sofa by him, his cell phone vibrated, and Wen Qiao couldn't wait to pick it up and take a look.
[The account number is a public account of a Swiss bank, and the mobile phone number is a network IP, which shows a small town in California, USA. The specific person cannot be found.]
Wen Qiao wilted instantly, like an eggplant hit by frost.
[Even you can't find it?]
[Not Found]
Wen Qiao couldn't believe it. Even SY couldn't find him. The other party was obviously determined to hide him, and he could actually escape SY's pursuit. This must be an unfathomable master.
Why would such a master donate a building in her name
She couldn't figure it out.
But now, the most urgent thing is how to explain to Fu Nanli. Wen Qiao held the mobile phone and leaned back. She retreated to the back of the wide sofa. Her ankle was caught by someone. The man's eyes were dangerous and fierce.
"I don't know who donated it." Wen Qiao's brows drooped slightly, and he could only tell the truth.
Fu Nanli's breath was stuck in his throat, he couldn't breathe. After waiting for such a long time, she wanted to get rid of him by saying "I don't know who donated it"
“I don’t know who donated it, what does it mean?”
Wen Qiao spread his hands: "The other party didn't say who it was, so I can't find out."
She has already confessed so frankly, and no matter how much you ask, you won't get any more information.
What could Fu Nanli do to her? Her eyes were so honest, she really didn't know that someone was willing to spend money on her, it wasn't her fault.
While she was sleeping at his place, Fu Nanli was standing on the terrace smoking. After smoking two cigarettes, his temples felt extremely tense.
He called Zhou Jin.
(End of this chapter)