"On the coffee table in front of the sofa, the white one."
Qin Yiren didn't sense anything unusual and casually asked, "Xiaye, do you want honey in your tea?"
"Sure, add some hot milk too." Yan Xiaye casually found an excuse to stall, leaving the kitchen quietly and locating the USB drive on the coffee table, plugging it into the computer.
She lightly tapped her fingertip to open it; inside was a single folder containing a video file.
Seeing this, Yan Xiaye already had a very bad feeling.
She looked up at the kitchen a few meters away and changed to an angle where she wouldn't be seen, opening the video file.
Suddenly, a suggestive moan came from the computer, startling Yan Xiaye to hastily mute it, but she was still a beat too slow.
Qin Yiren came out with a tea tray and snacks, confused, "Xiaye, just now..."
