There’s no one here.
Tong Yan glanced around but didn’t see anyone.
Even where he had just been lying left no trace at all.
The strong scent of blood from earlier, the ssy table is all cleaned up now. Everything is orderly, as if he had never been here.
Chu Bei left, left quietly, left without a sound.
Tong Yan breathed a sigh of relief, it’s okay now.
#ThumbsUpForChuBei#
So, with an air of justification, "I’ve been here the whole ti."
Now she’s rather arrogant.
So, Little Fatty’s shalessness is also well-known.
Bo Yimo lowered his head, his eyes fixed on her, and his lips curled up, "Baby, what happened in this room?"
Tong Yan’s heart trembled, she shook her head, "Nothing happened."
Bo Yimo pointed at the sofa, "The left side sank a bit more than the right. In the five minutes since we arrived, it has rebounded 0.2 cm. Thus, it’s inferred that the person left not long ago. So, baby, who exactly was it?"
Is this damn film emperor even human!
Can he observe such minute differences?
Are those even human eyes?
How has she been staring at this sofa for ages without noticing any difference between the left and right sides, and the left side slowly rebounded?
She’s about to go blind looking, but she found nothing.
The film emperor is simply a freak!
Tong Yan admits defeat.
She lost.
Why did she ever think she’d outsmart the film emperor?
#TheFilmperor’sIQIsVeryHighAndPeculiar#
Now even the last glimr of hope is gone, Tong Yan feels hopeless, like a long path ahead where she can’t turn the tables!
What else can she do? She’s very desperate!
Is there anything more tragic than this?
No!
Finally, Tong Yan had no choice but to recount what happened. After finishing, she blinked her eyes, claiming everything she said was true, truer than pearls!
After she finished speaking, there was a long period of silence in the room.
Tong Yan was anxious, what does the film emperor’s silence an?
Please, don’t just stay silent!
She’s really anxious!
Can’t figure it out!
What should she do now!
So hopeless!
Bo Yimo had a half-smile, eyebrows raised, "Baby, was other people’s naked body nice to look at?"
For so reason, Tong Yan shivered inside, exercised extre caution, and answered carefully, "I kept my eyes closed the whole ti, didn’t see anything."
"How big was the wound, was it deep? Were there other wounds on the body?" Bo Yimo asked, seemingly offhandedly.
Tong Yan thought for a mont, "Not big, it looked quite deep, like accidentally stabbed by sothing, other wounds, well, didn’t seem to notice any."
Bo Yimo’s voice was calm and clear, "Baby, you could see if he had other wounds with your eyes closed?"
Tong Yan: ...
Damn it, caught in a trap again!
Seriously, a mont of carelessness and it’s like stepping on a landmine!
Film emperor, could you be any more shaless!
Always setting traps for her to fall into!
Despicable!
Shaless!
Vulgar!
Once again, Tong Yan felt the gap in intelligence, being completely crushed.
After so much sparring, Tong Yan learned one thing: Don’t fight with the film emperor. Anyway, after the fight, it’s a loss.
"Baby, would you like to demonstrate for ?" Bo Yimo said, half-smiling.
Confession is lenient, resistance is strict.
Tong Yan could only speak the truth, "I only looked at his chest, didn’t look at any other place at all, I swear."
"Very regretful?" The tone carried a hint of threat.
Tong Yan shook her head vigorously, not regretful, not regretful at all.
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