Park min's POV
I was hunched over Fan Xiao's keyboard like it owed me money, muttering curses under my breath and trying not to throw his laptop out the window while he typed away like some omnipotent hacker god who apparently had nothing better to do than babysit me and my disaster of a life.
"Okay," I said, pacing because standing still felt like asking my brain to explode politely, "explain to me again why the CCTV backdoor that was supposedly destroyed is somehow alive, kicking, and trying to get into our system?"
Fan Xiao didn't even look up. "It's called remnants of legacy code. Security isn't a magic wand, Min. Sometimes stuff survives. Some people survive too long. I survive too long. You survive because… I don't know. You're stubborn. Which is great, actually, because stubbornness is kind of necessary here."
