Mu Yunshen turned his head to look at her, his eyes almost devouring her alive, "Tang Sitian, you actually saved photos of Shiche? How many? More than mine?"
"..."
Sitian's already guilty eyes became even more evasive.
Mu Yunshen squinted his eyes again, "How many of my photos did you save?"
Sitian didn't speak, instinctively bent over to grab her phone from the bedside table, but the long-armed man snatched it away first.
Mu Yunshen directly opened the album, searched around, found three photos of Mo Shiche, and then asked, "Did you save my photos with encryption?"
Sitian, "I... didn't save your photos."
Young Master Mu froze the air in an instant.
Ten minutes later, Tang Sitian stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in the study, Mu Yunshen holding the phone to her ear.
There were a few rings before it was answered, Mo Shiche's voice was low and cold, "Who."
