Qin Lou fingered his chopsticks, as if he thought of something, then laughed again, "But it doesn't really matter now. So many years have passed, and besides, he's about to marry Manman, so he's going to be my brother-in-law."
At that time, Sheng Miao came back and sat down to continue eating. Mo Shiche didn't say anything, his dark pupils inscrutable.
After dinner, Sheng Miao saw Qin Lou out.
Only when everyone had left did Mo Shiche take out Qin Lou's cellphone from under the seat cushion—it was the one he had taken from the table just now while Qin Lou wasn't paying attention.
He quickly activated the screen, ignoring everything else, and directly opened the photo album.
There was indeed an encrypted album, and it required fingerprint authentication.
Mo Shiche took out a piece of transparent tape from a drawer, tore off a small piece, and stuck it on the glass that Qin Lou had been holding, easily lifting his fingerprint.
