What? How could this be? Dong Shangzhi nearly choked, feeling a surge of blood rush to his throat.
Mrs. Chen also staggered. Her stiletto heel wobbled, and she nearly fell.
Seeing Mrs. Chen's sudden panic, Si Mingjing's lips curled slightly. "Mrs. Chen, what are you so nervous about?"
"I... I'm not nervous," Mrs. Chen stammered, clenching her fists.
But her suddenly pale face was a clear sign of guilt in everyone's eyes.
Could it be that there was more to this than met the eye?
Everyone's curiosity was piqued, and they urged Si Mingjing to check the surveillance footage.
Si Mingjing caressed her ring phone.
The ring phone soon projected a virtual screen.
Si Mingjing enlarged the virtual screen to about one hundred inches and projected it into the air of the banquet hall.
She opened the surveillance app connected to the wireless pinhole camera, searching for the footage from that period.
Soon, the surveillance footage appeared before everyone.
