Grainy black-and-white security footage filled the wall. The timestamp was clear. The camera angle showed the back entrance of the kitchen.
There—emerging from the shadows—was Xia Liyan.
She was glancing around nervously, checking to see if anyone was nearby. On her hands, unmistakably, was a pair of gloves. She slipped through the back door.
Yu Beiyi's eyes widened. So, Xia Liyan had really done it?
Wang Nuozhi had a "well, there it is" kind of look on her face.
The video looped, replaying her figure entering the kitchen, a clear shot of her profile.
"Liyan," Xia Lihua said, her voice low and cold, cutting her off. She slowly turned her phone off and slipped it back into her pocket. Her gaze was razor sharp. "Don't insult everyone's intelligence. You were caught on camera."
Tang Mingze's hand clenched into a fist beneath the table. This was not going according to plan.
