The middle-aged man scoffed lightly and said coldly:
"Don't worry, it won't be discovered. The surveillance video of this place has already been tampered with by us. Besides, this location is discreet enough not to be found."
Chi Wen nodded slightly, seemingly breathing a sigh of relief.
At this moment, the middle-aged man's subordinate had already unlocked Lu Jiaoao's phone, opened the screen, and was quickly searching through it.
"How is it?" the middle-aged man impatiently asked.
It was apparent that the subordinate was very anxious, tiny beads of sweat gathered on his forehead.
But after several minutes passed, he looked up and shook his head toward the middle-aged man, indicating that they hadn't found the results they were seeking.
The middle-aged man squinted his eyes, pressed his thin lips tightly, and said, "Looks like Lu Jihan is quite crafty. He knew someone would look for that information, so he didn't store it on his phone."
