Liu Chen, hidden in the shadows, couldn't help but laugh. There was no evidence of Huo Shao's murder on that USB drive; it contained Ma Yizhu's secret videos.
Ma Yizhu naturally wouldn't hand it over easily. She hurriedly yanked it from the computer, and argued, "You're mistaken, this isn't, this isn't it!"
"Hmph, seeing you so nervous, how could it not be? I bet it definitely contains the footage of my son's murder!"
Huo Leiting was overjoyed; the death of his son struck him heavily. Now if he could trace who killed his son, he'd be willing to pay any price.
"Give me the USB drive, quickly!"
Huo Leiting shouted.
"But there's nothing incriminating inside!"
At this moment, Ma Yizhu deeply regretted it, wondering why she fabricated the reason about what was in the USB drive earlier. Wasn't this shooting herself in the foot?
"Heh, if you don't give it to me today, you won't leave the villa."
