Qin Yu rolled his eyes annoyedly. Was he that scary?
Too lazy to respond to Liu Zhengyun's comment, Qin Yu snatched the phone and carefully appreciated the footage they had just shot.
"I think a little detail needs to be tweaked."
After murmuring to himself, Qin Yu started to meticulously edit the video, altering the part where blood was being sucked.
While editing, Qin Yu said with a smug smile, "Only the three of us know about today's events. I won't leak it, and I trust Carlos won't either, so..."
Qin Yu drew out the word 'so,' and Liu Zhengyun instantly got the hint—Qin Yu was warning him!
Liu Zhengyun hurriedly patted his chest in assurance.
"Mr. Qin, rest assured, I will not blab! I didn't see anything. No, that's not right—I never even came to Washington!"
Qin Yu cracked a slight smile. You could say the old man was quite sensible.
"Indeed, you've never been to Washington."
After a pause, Qin Yu handed the phone over to Liu Zhengyun.
