She couldn't believe it, and after watching it several times, there were no cars passing in front of the gate within an hour before and after Fu Mianmian's incident.
"How is this possible..."
Chi Yue's face turned pale, as if she had suffered a great defeat.
The camera at her doorstep faced the entire road; if someone had hit Fu Mianmian in front of the gate, the only way to leave was this road—it was impossible that no cars were captured.
Unless the car was invisible, or the surveillance had been tampered with!
Chi Yue's hands and feet were cold, and she didn't know who had the ability to break into her home and alter the surveillance footage.
A warm, large hand held hers, carefully wrapping around it.
"Do you trust me? If you trust me, let me handle this."
Chi Yue stared motionlessly at the computer screen, "The surveillance has been tampered with; we can't see anything."
"You rest first, I'll handle this."
