"Nothing?" Yin Shaojie knitted his brows and took the camera.
Indeed, there was really not a single photo in the memory.
Seeing this, the man opportunistically chastised them, "See, I didn't even take any secret photos of you. You accused a good person! You think you are so great just because you are rich? Who wants to stalk you? Who do you think you are?"
Yin Shaojie sneered, raised the camera, stared at the man and shot back at him, "Didn't you say that you were taking pictures nearby? And you didn't take a single photo?"
The man paused, then he quickly found an excuse, saying, "I haven't started taking any photos. Why, is there anything wrong with that? Or maybe I took a photo, and then I deleted it because it wasn't satisfactory. Couldn't I do that? Why should I explain it to you? In any case, there isn't any photo of you inside, so I wasn't taking photos of you secretly!"
