Lu Zhaozhao furrowed her brows tightly, seemingly in disbelief, but after scanning Song Sinian's face several times and seeing that he didn't appear to be lying, she finally eased up.
Song Sinian nearly burst into laughter, bowing his head to nuzzle against her neck, "Zhaozhao, be good."
Lu Zhaozhao felt a tickle on her neck and obediently sat in his arms, quietly watching Song Sinian work on the data on the computer.
Suddenly, an email from Pei Huai popped up, causing Song Sinian's brows to furrow, but he still clicked it open with ease.
The email contained a zip file with photos.
He had just downloaded it when a message from Pei Huai appeared on the screen.
[I found this while investigating Feng Ya Meizi, perhaps it will be useful to you.]
Song Sinian raised an eyebrow in confusion, not understanding how the affairs of Feng Ya Meizi were related to him.
But he still opened the photo.
