Mr. Fu's brow furrowed as his hand, originally reaching for the water glass, extended towards the silver-gray phone. He knew Su Wan's phone password. Since they had been together for a while, sometimes when his phone ran out of battery during a business call, he would borrow Su Wan's phone.
Fu Weiheng skillfully unlocked and opened Gu Ming's WeChat. On the gray chat wallpaper, there was just one message from a minute ago—
"Wanwan, have you eaten? Can we talk?"
Fu Weiheng let out a cold sneer.
Wanwan?
With a silent slide of his long finger, the message was deleted without a trace.
...
Returning from the restroom, Su Wan asked, "Ready to go?"
Fu Weiheng turned off the phone screen, stood up, walked over to sit beside her, took her phone, and opened the camera function, speaking concisely: "Wanwan, I also need a phone wallpaper."
As he spoke, he placed an arm around her shoulder, raised the phone, and quickly pressed the shutter before Su Wan could react.
