She climbed onto the bed, stood up, and looked up intently at the ceiling.
On Mu Shuoqian's phone screen, an impeccable face was continuously zooming in, getting closer and closer to him.
He immediately turned off his phone and got up, striding towards her room.
Gu Qili removed a black object the size of a coin from beneath the wall lamp, placing it under the light to reveal a clear, small lens at its center.
A pinhole camera?
Gu Qili's face changed instantly, a myriad of emotions—shock, anger, embarrassment, disbelief—surging forward.
Clutching the tiny device, she stormed out, only to find the culprit standing right outside the door, leaning against the wall with an arm, one long leg casually bent against the wall behind him, leisurely smoking a cigarette.
As she came out, he leisurely exhaled a puff of smoke, one hand naturally tucked in his pocket, his narrow eyes solemnly gazing at her, handsome and refined.