"...."
Yuan Weiming was stunned, and it took him a while to regain his composure before he forced a calm tone and said, "No, that's not possible, you couldn't possibly have..."
He cut himself off mid-sentence, not daring to continue. He feared Nan Zhifeng was purposely blowing things up to trap him into saying something incriminating on record.
"You must be wondering how I could have evidence since you disabled the cameras in advance, right?" Nan Zhifeng said with a sneer, "That's correct, the moment you drugged me wasn't captured. But the part where you brought me to the lounge, undid my clothes, and brought Ye Mingcheng over... that was all recorded."
"How is that possible?" Yuan Weiming blurted out.
"How is it not possible?" Nan Zhifeng raised an eyebrow, "I had a micro camera installed on me a long time ago. Otherwise, why would I have alerted Ye Zhantian in advance and then allowed myself to be captured without resistance?"
