Liu Chen quickly turned off the recording, pretending he hadn't found anything, and got out of the car.
"Where's the recording?" He Zhuying asked.
"I didn't find it," Liu Chen feigned ignorance.
"There definitely was a recording,"
Hu Jing corrected.
"I'm a police officer. You must hand over such evidence to me, and the photos too, immediately. Hurry!"
He Zhuying urged Liu Chen.
"You really can't look or listen to this stuff." Liu Chen said, while Hu Jing quietly giggled beside him.
Seeing this scene, He Zhuying grew even more curious. What exactly was it? She was dying to know. The more she was denied, the more she wanted to know—human curiosity was indeed powerful.
Seeing no movement in the car, He Zhuying went in and found Li Wencong motionless, with a handprint on his face, and accused Liu Chen, "You actually beat him to death!"
"No, he's just fainted. Guys like this need a lesson. I will continue teaching him in the future," Liu Chen said coldly.
