Every day, a maid would regularly clean Li Nanchen's bedroom and bathroom.
Lin Piaopiao rummaged through the trash can and bathroom sink. She even squatted down and carefully stared at the crack in the floor tiles, but she couldn't find a single strand of hair.
Disappointed, she restored the bathroom to its original state and quietly pushed open the door. She did not expect to see Feng Yue, who had come to express her goodwill to Li Nanchen.
The two of them nearly bumped into each other. Feng Yue's sharp eyes noticed that there was no one in the bedroom. She stared at Lin Piaopiao suspiciously and said sarcastically, "Looks like I need to tell the butler and bodyguards not to keep watching for the assassins outside. There are people in this villa who want to do bad things."
"How can you enter President Li's bedroom as you please?"
Lin Piaopiao wanted to leave, but Feng Yue deliberately blocked her way and said, "What's wrong? Feeling guilty?"
