Xia Ningxing seemed to know her thoughts and immediately shook the camera in her hand, smiling wryly:
"I found this in his office, it's full of indescribable scenes of him with the students. We'll go hand it over to the authorities later."
Perverts like this often have the disgusting habit of taking photos or videos as souvenirs, so just now Xia Ningxing casually searched his office, hoping to find some evidence or something. She hadn't expected to actually find it in a locked drawer.
It had to be said, he was very bold, daring to keep such things directly in his office.
"That's great!"
Lin Jiajia cried again, but this time her tears were not for herself, but for those who had suffered the same fate as her.
They knew that every year or every other year at their school, girls would inexplicably drop out, or die accidentally, and they had all once been in contact with this pervert. It was obvious that these people must have also been harmed by him.
