"Young Master?" the person in charge called out softly.
Coming back to his senses, Ye Yubin pointed at the screen. "You can't trace it?"
"We don't know what's happening. Everything is just as you see, Young Master. There's no sender information in the system either," the person in charge explained.
Let alone Ye Yubin, even they were perplexed. How could there be no information for no reason?
Ye Yubin tapped his fingers on the table, bringing the two back to the present. "Keep investigating!"
Will continuing the investigation yield results?
The person in charge and the staff exchanged glances, both looking utterly dejected. xxs壹贰
Ye Yubin stood beside them, his stern demeanor making them feel suffocated. He was like a supervisor, afraid they would slack off even a little.
Under his watchful eye, the staff retrieved the courier point for the email. They found the phone number for the courier point and dialed it using the desk phone.
The call was answered quickly. Upon hearing the voice, Ye Yubin snatched the receiver.
"Check the information for this tracking number sent yesterday afternoon," Ye Yubin reported the tracking number to the other party.
The imperative tone was too abrupt. The person on the other end hadn't reacted yet, nor had they noted down the numbers he recited.
Silence on the other end of the line. If not for the displayed phone number, the other party would have considered it a harassing call.
Considering the other person's feelings, the person in charge cautiously pleaded, "Young Master, perhaps I should speak?"
He relaxed his grip, and the phone dropped.
The person in charge took the phone and roughly explained the current situation to the other party.
Upon learning that the third young master of the Ye family wanted to investigate the sender's information, the person on the other end feared they might inadvertently offend him.
They first investigated according to the tracking number, then checked the store's surveillance footage by time. After nearly half an hour, there was some new progress.
The other party sent the surveillance content to the person in charge's email.
Ye Yubin zoomed in on the images. The sender was heavily disguised, their appearance completely hidden. The photos taken by the surveillance were also useless.
"Nothing else?" Ye Yubin asked.
There were only three or four images, showing nothing more than their general build, not even their height.
Seeing that all methods had been used but there wasn't a single clue, Ye Yubin's anxious mood made him unable to control his temper.
"Young Master, as you can see, this is all we could find. We can't do anything more," the person in charge said, bracing himself for a scolding.
Even if they were to be eaten alive today, they wouldn't have any new progress. The sender had clearly made sure not to be identified, indicating they had prepared thoroughly beforehand.
Ye Yubin kicked an obstructive stool and walked out from behind the counter. Without a word, he turned and left.
As soon as the person left, the person in charge breathed a sigh of relief. He collapsed onto the kicked-aside chair, clutching his chest. "Scared me to death!"
It seemed he would have to report the situation and suggest modifying the sender information concealment.
Standing on the street, Ye Yubin looked up at the sky. The sun had set behind the mountains; it was already evening.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
"Sir," a passing man patted his shoulder. "You dropped something."
Ye Yubin was about to scold the person, but upon hearing the latter half of the sentence, he lowered his head.
At his feet was a piece of paper. It seemed to have fallen out of his pocket when he was taking out his phone.
He bent down to pick it up and unfolded the folded paper. Upon reading its contents, he didn't even say thank you and hurried into the road, forcibly flagging down a taxi.
"Where to?" the driver asked, seeing that he hadn't spoken.
It took a long time for Ye Yubin to finally speak.
As the car drove off, he trembled with nervousness. Simply touching the phone screen made him so shaky that he couldn't precisely touch the areas he intended.
It took him over ten minutes to send a text message.