Xia Lu stared at the screen intently, not moving for a long time.
"What's this..." she muttered, as she reached to rub the back of her neck.
In the video, Zhou Mingchen kept staring at his phone without doing anything else. The light was dim, and only the white glow from the phone screen could be seen illuminating his face, making his already indifferent face look like a large ice block devoid of emotion.
Due to the angle, the video showed nothing of what was on his phone screen, only his actions, but unfortunately, he was just staring blankly without any operation.
Xia Lu moved the video's progress bar with the mouse and found that it was almost the same throughout the entire night. Until dawn broke, Zhou Mingchen, out of exhaustion, fell asleep, and by then, it was already half-past five. Until she opened the car door, he had maintained the same position.
