In the afternoon, back at the department, Su Liuying sat at her desk, pursing her lips as she stared at the phone in her hand. Since she had already decided that she could no longer betray Quan Tianyou, there was no way she would steal his fingerprint anymore.
But how was she supposed to account for this to the other party? After all, those photos were still in his possession—she couldn't afford to anger him just like that.
"Liuying, what are you thinking about? Is your phone broken?"
Tony stood in front of Su Liuying's desk with a cup in his hand, looking at her with an expression of confusion.
"Uh?"
Su Liuying, deep in her own thoughts, was startled by Tony's sudden voice. With a 'thud,' the phone in her hand dropped to the floor. She quickly bent down to pick it up.
"No, it's fine…."
"I saw you staring at your phone for so long and thought it might've stopped working!"
