Ji Chicheng was disdainful, thinking that she didn't even need to use her skills for such a low-level password.
"The album I just flipped through didn't have photos of anyone else," he said.
His tone was truly just stating a fact, without a hint of doubt or suspicion.
But this only made Ji Anning even more uneasy. Being his niece-in-law, yet having a lot of photos of him, her younger uncle, on her computer, she couldn't believe he had no suspicions at all.
He was clearly doing it on purpose, and Ji Anning was extremely annoyed, asking angrily, "When exactly did you come?"
How much did he see, and whether he saw anything else.
"Does it matter?" Ji Chicheng raised an eyebrow and retorted, the mischievous smile slowly emerging from his eyes finally revealing his feigned nonchalance.
He wrapped an arm around Ji Anning's waist and sat her on his thigh, then he leaned down to her ear, nibbling on her earlobe, his warm breath instantly making Ji Anning's heart flutter and tingle.
