Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
âNothing?â Yin Shaojie knitted his brows and took the camera.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Indeed, there was really not a single photo in the memory.
Seeing this, the man opportunistically chastised them, âSee, I didnât even take any secret photos of you. You accused a good person! You think you are so great just because you are rich? Who wants to stalk you? Who do you think you are?â
Yin Shaojie sneered, raised the camera, stared at the man and shot back at him, âDidnât you say that you were taking pictures nearby? And you didnât take a single photo?â
The man paused, then he quickly found an excuse, saying, âI havenât started taking any photos. Why, is there anything wrong with that? Or maybe I took a photo, and then I deleted it because it wasnât satisfactory. Couldnât I do that? Why should I explain it to you? In any case, there isnât any photo of you inside, so I wasnât taking photos of you secretly!â
Yin Shaojie said haughtily, âDo you think that just because you have deleted the photos, I would have no other way?â
The man was still insisting that he wasnât secretly taking photos.
In any case, the photo was already gone, so there was no more evidence. Plus, they were out in public, so he didnât believe that Yin Shaojie would dare to do anything to him.
Yin Shaojieâs eyes flashed with amusement as he said to the bodyguard, âTake him to the police station. I want to sue him.â
The man, unwilling to give up, continued to say, âYou, You. What are you suing me for? What grounds do you have to sue me? Where is the evidence?â
âEvidence? You tell the policemen.â Yin Shaojie said indifferently.
âGive me back the camera!â The man suddenly became worried, wanting to snatch back his phoneâs camera, but he was already pinned by the bodyguard.
After the manager reported to the police, the police took the man away in front of everyone.
This avoided some gossip.
Yin Shaojie temporarily passed the camera to the bodyguard and asked him to take it home.
Mu Xiaoxiao went up to hug his arm, saying worriedly, âWas he the one who secretly took those photos the last time?â
âProbably,â Yin Shaojie said, wrapped his arms around her shoulder. âDonât worry. Iâll get to the bottom of it.â
His eyes narrowed, having a nagging feeling that things would not be quite that simple.
Who was the person behind the scenes?
â¦
Ye residence.
When Ye Sijue came home, he instinctively went into the guest room where Mo Xiaomeng was staying at, but she was nowhere to be seen.
He frowned, stopped a helper and asked, âWhere is she?â
The helper was startled, and quickly nodded and replied, âYoung master, MoâMiss Mo, she was playing in the yard earlier. But I donât know where she went after thatâ¦â
Though there were more than a hundred domestic helpers in Ye residence, everyone had their own duties.
And with how large Ye residence was, it was impossible for someone to be keeping watch of Mo Xiaomeng all day.
Ye Sijue didnât question further and decided to look for her himself.
When he was walking through the corridor, about to go to the yard, he passed by the study and saw that the door of the study was half open, and he stopped.
Lightly pushing the door, Ye Sijue walked into the study.
Beside the simple and elegant European bookshelf in the study, a person in a white skirt laid on the dark wooden floor. The face, almost the size of a palm, was covered with an open book such that even the ears could not be seen.
He walked over slowly, in very light steps that he had never once taken before as if he was afraid of alarming the butterfly fairy and letting her fly away.
No, she should be an angel instead.
Ye Sijue walked to Mo Xiaomengâs side, half squatted, and watched her fixedly.
In a pure white skirt, with her slender limbs and skin as fair as snow, in the scene of the cream-colored curtains gently stirring in the light breeze, she really looked like an angel.
Even the air was filled with purity.