Fu Yanci had long knuckles. He picked up one of the small cameras and played with it casually. His eyes that made people unable to see emotions dropped to the table.

Song Yan's voice was clear, “Knowing that I am a good player, you still hide these little things in the room and add spices to the tea under my nose. Miss Ming Yanchen is very brave."

The syringe was also placed in front of Fu Yanci.

Ming Yanchen strode forward and looked at Fu Yanci with a hint of ...