"If she were to record the events of that night, I'm afraid it would be very disadvantageous for us." Old Man Ye's eyes narrowed bit by bit. On that day, they took the initiative to call Gu Yingying, and it was they who pushed her into Si Chen's room.
"Humph." Old Madam Ye narrowed her eyes and snorted coldly. "A little girl with yellow hair is still too young. I'll give her a good show later."
In the wedding dress store, Gu Yingying took out the storage card and handed it to the reporter. The reporter took it over excitedly and then directly connected it to the computer.
There was indeed a lot of things recorded in the storage card, but the reporter quickly found the time when Gu Yingying went to the night home.
The video was just like what Old Madam Ye had guessed. There was only a picture, no sound.