Shen chengjing looked at the recording and saw that it had been three minutes and forty-five seconds. She reached out to pause it, but instead of saving it, she deleted it! Then, he opened the toilet lid, threw the phone in, pressed the water button, and flushed it!
The phone couldn't be washed off, but after being soaked in the water for a long time, he heard a "Zi" sound and the phone screen went black.
"What are you doing?" Shen ziqian reached out to pick up the phone, but it fell into her pocket. Her hands stopped in mid-air.
Shen chengjing smiled and looked at Shen ziqian indifferently. Then, she looked at the woman in front of her and twirled the pen in her hand.
"Ah," he said. Shen ziqian's arm was jabbed hard, and she tried to hit Shen chengjing with her backhand.
Unfortunately, the space was too tight, and Shen chengjing was in a high position. It was easy to touch her, and the pen fell on Shen ziqian countless times.