"I guess... I came at the wrong time, didn't I?"
The room was brightly lit, and Ansheng even saw that Mo Yiqing had brought the fill light used during Yu Xueqing's live broadcasts into the room, raising the temperature of the air-conditioned room, which was already quite warm, even higher when combined with the fill light and the heat emanating from Mo Yiqing.
When Mo Yiqing opened the door, Ansheng clearly felt a wave of heat rush out at him.
Mo Yiqing's footsteps left mist-like footprints on the cold tiled floor, her snow-white skin glowed with a rosy hue, elegant and sensual.
Under the professional fill light, there were two phones arranged on a low table next to a yoga mat, along with a DSLR camera of a brand Ansheng didn't recognize.
"Something's off... nine out of ten things are suspicious!" Although Ansheng hadn't yet entered the room, his keen fox nose vaguely detected a sense of foreboding:
