About an hour later, Ji Liangchen came to Yan Xiaye with his computer.
After ordering a cup of coffee from the waiter, he scrutinized Yan Xiaye's dejected face, chuckling softly as he asked, "Yan Xiaye, you seem quite unhappy?"
"Just a little bit."
Knowing she couldn't hide it from Ji Liangchen, Yan Xiaye candidly admitted, "Ji Liangchen, whatever is on this USB drive I'm about to show you, please don't speak of it, and absolutely don't make a backup. Can you do that?"
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in those little films, especially ones starring people I know."
Indifferently taking the USB drive from Yan Xiaye's hand, Ji Liangchen didn't rush to insert it into the computer. He turned it over and over, inspecting it for a moment. His slightly cold fingertips touched the warmth left by Yan Xiaye.
Only when that warmth dissipated did he reluctantly avert his gaze, and he professionally assessed, "It's nothing special, the cost probably doesn't exceed two hundred bucks."
