Shen Qingjun's hand, which had been smoothing down Ji Zhiyuan's frustration, suddenly stopped, a flash of guilt passing through her eyes. She then looked at Ji Zhiyuan with a face full of grievance, her tone disappointed, "Do you actually believe Sang Qian over me?"
"I believe in facts. I installed a pinhole camera in the study. I saw that you took the key from the brocade box and opened the drawer."
Shen Qingjun's heart panicked; she had not expected Ji Zhiyuan to install surveillance in the study.
But that day, she hadn't actually unlocked the drawer. Besides, if he had really discovered her opening the drawer and looking at things she shouldn't have, he would have questioned her on the spot, rather than waiting until now.
He was bluffing her.
Realizing this, Shen Qingjun immediately calmed down, sat up straight, and started to speak with a sense of injustice, "I admit I took the key from the brocade box and wanted to unlock the drawer to see what you had put inside.
