He Pressed Her Slender Body Into His Arms

In a Rolls-Royce Phantom not far from Ding Shuman's car.

Mu Sihan was sitting in the driver's seat with the car window slightly lowered, the light from the street lights shone in, reflecting his well-defined facial features. His arm was placed lazily on the window and he lit a cigarette, his dark eyes staring fixedly at the woman in the front passenger seat.

The woman was holding the iPad in her hands, the screen currently depicting the scene that was connected to the pinhole camera in the other car. Her eyes stared unblinkingly at Ding Shuman's appalling appearance on the screen.

After she heard Ding Shuman say that the snakes released were all not poisonous, she turned off the screen and raised her beautiful and delicate face, looking at Mu Sihan in puzzlement. "She and the person who released the snakes said the same thing."

It was impossible to lie when a person was on the verge of a breakdown.