Lin Qingqing is not one to be trifled with, immediately biting Yang Cheng's ear fiercely.

He cried out in pain, not paying attention to his feet, and fell flat on his face.

I wasn't in a hurry, I tried calling him several times via video call before Yang Cheng finally answered.

Yang Cheng looked extremely disheveled.

I couldn't help but burst into laughter, while Yang Cheng on the other end was panting, "Baby, what's wrong?"

I teased, "Why did it take you so long to answer? Why was the screen black just now? I couldn't see your face."

After a few seconds, Yang Cheng finally showed a somewhat embarrassed smile in front of the camera, "There was a problem with my phone just now, so I couldn't answer, but it's fixed now."

I didn't reveal anything. In those few seconds just now, the surveillance camera captured his completely embarrassed state with his pants down.

I said, "Ah Cheng, I just remembered that a USB drive seems to have been left in your bedroom a few days ago, right on your computer desk. Can you help me find it?"

Yang Cheng readily agreed, but ended up searching frantically, sweating profusely, "Are you sure? I can't find it."

"I forgot where I put it, why don't you point your phone around the room so I can look around."

As soon as I said that, both of them in the surveillance footage became nervous.

"Baby, I'm not in a good position right now."

I interrupted Yang Cheng's stammering excuses, pretending to be angry, "What? Are you doing something behind my back that I shouldn't see?"

With no other choice, Yang Cheng reluctantly pointed the phone's camera around the entire room.

In the surveillance footage, Lin Qingqing glared at him fiercely, not intending to move, but Yang Cheng pushed her down.

"Maybe it's in the bedside table.

"No, no, maybe it's in the wardrobe.

"I remembered wrong, maybe it's in the bathroom."

After a lot of fuss, Yang Cheng had to chase Lin Qingqing out of the bedroom.

"Zhizhi, maybe we should wait for you to come back before looking again." Yang Cheng's voice carried a hint of helplessness.

Lin Qingqing, used to being proud, couldn't bear such humiliation, and slammed the door vigorously.

"Ah Cheng, what was that noise just now?" I teased, "Who's knocking on the door?"

Yang Cheng's eyes darted around nervously, "It's a mouse, a mouse, I'm trying to catch it."

"I'll come back later to search, you deal with the mouse." I hung up the phone.

In the surveillance footage, as Yang Cheng opened the door, Lin Qingqing immediately slapped him across the face.