"Where are the surveillance cameras? How's the surveillance going?" He Miao looked at Chen Zhao, who was sitting in the front row. Her heart was in a mess.
Chen Zhao was in the front row contacting the company's technical department. Hearing her question, he turned around and said with a serious expression, "We're checking the surveillance footage. We should be faster than the police. If the surveillance footage is unfavorable to us, our technical staff will delete the surveillance footage immediately."
"Alright," she said. He Miao clenched her fists nervously, her body tightening unconsciously, and even her palms were covered in a thin layer of sweat.
Jing Yan gently took her hand and wiped the sweat off her palm. "Why are you so nervous?" he asked. "What's the big deal?"