Upon hearing this, both the mother and daughter's faces turned even paler, overwhelmed with panic.
Han Wenying rushed forward to snatch the iPad from An Ning's hand.
An Ning acted quickly, clutching it to her chest. "Mrs. Qiao, what are you trying to do?"
"I think there's a trick here; there must be fake surveillance," Han Wenying shouted out of control.
An Ning's gaze turned cold as she spoke bluntly, "How can you tell it's fake without even looking? Han Wenying, how guilty are you feeling already?"
"I... I..." Han Wenying stammered, unable to say anything.
Qiao Deputy Director glanced at the situation and understood what was happening. "Xiao'an, you play it for me!"
An Ning gave Han Wenying a look and then opened the surveillance.
Soon, a figure appeared in the video—it was none other than Han Wenying herself. She sneaked into the restroom, rummaged through the dirty laundry basket, and pulled out a pair of underwear.
Shortly after, she left with the underwear.
