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"Sorry, I didn't actually take any videos; I was just pretending."
"What? You didn't film?" Song Ziqiao's eyes widened in disbelief, doubting his own ears.
Li Yifei chuckled slyly, "It's not that I didn't want to film, but how can you film without a phone? Don't believe me? Go back and try setting up a phone on your own window sill. Can you really get it to record what's happening inside the room?"
The muscles on Song Ziqiao's face twitched violently a few times before he took several deep breaths and said, "Let's go."
He really couldn't stay there any longer; otherwise, he might actually grab a cop's gun and put an end to Li Yifei on the spot.
