The man drained the water bottle, stuck it back into the side of his backpack, pulled his hat over his head, and moved out of frame. Even this small gesture seemed identical to Yin Feng's usual mannerism to Chen Feng.
Both of them put down their phones.
Chen Feng asked, "Should we find other surveillance footage? Or should I call Guan Jun up here directly?"
Yin Feng stayed quiet for a while before replying, "No need." He looked up to the window, a smirk of mockery and coldness shining in his dark eyes.
Chen Feng felt a flicker of unease, "Professor Yin?"
He heard him say, "That person is not me."
Chen Feng was startled, "How is that possible..."
