Does he even have a photo backup?
Jane Sampson sneakily glanced at James Black, and coincidentally, James Black was also staring at her.
It seemed he knew she had discovered something, so he curled the corner of his mouth at her and then shifted his smiling gaze away, looking quite pleased.
Jane Sampson's eyes darted to the mobile phone less than 10 centimeters from her; seeing that James Black wasn't paying attention, she quickly reached out with her left hand and grabbed the phone back.
Feeling guilty like a thief, she immediately dove under the quilt with the phone, not noticing the slight curl at the corner of James Black's mouth or the suppressed chuckle beneath the noise of the hairdryer at work.
Jane Sampson's goal was clear, to check if there was a file backup function on James Black's phone, but when the screen lit up, what left her helpless wasn't the goofy-faced photo that appeared, but the notification prompt for a password.
