Dixiao Clubhouse.
Qiao Chengxun placed Wen Meimei's phone on the table and said in a deep voice, "See what's in Meimei's phone."
"Huh?" Zhan Ji was a bit confused and did not move.
Qiao Chengxun's cold eyes hardened, and his tone intensified by a few degrees, "Right now."
Zhan Ji still thought it necessary to clarify, "No, what are you trying to do, Mr. Qiao? Did your sister-in-law betray you? Why do you want to check her phone?"
Qiao Chengxun kept a straight face and did not respond.
Unable to bear the sight of those bloodthirsty eyes, Zhan Ji silently got to work.
A few minutes later, Zhan Ji gave up, "Other than the sister-in-law's regular calls and texts, there's nothing special. But there's a second-tier page on her phone; didn't you set that up for her?"
"Not me, can you unlock it?"
"I'll give it a try."
Zhan Ji tried again.
