Gu Mingye shoved the photographs back and quickly shut the safe.
"Get in!"
Gu Mingye suddenly understood what T Jing meant.
Looking at the small cabinet, for the first time in his life, Gu Mingye hated himself for being so big.
However, he did not dare to delay. He pushed the chair away and squeezed in.
The space was rather small and Gu Mingye was in a hurry. He even knocked his head against it.
T Jing jumped in fright and shouted, "Be careful!"
As though Gu Mingye didn't know that!
With great effort, he stuffed himself in and quietly pulled the chair closer.
The door opened.
Following that, there was cursing and swearing. Spewing filth in English, he said, "Bastard Bei Lun, winning so much money to feed the dogs. Son of a bitch, go to hell!"
As he cursed, the footsteps got closer.
Gu Mingye pursed his lips tightly and held his breath as he stared at the gap between the chair and the cabinet.
