Nan Zhuoyuan took the drive and plugged it straight into the computer, pulling up the surveillance videos and projecting them onto the TV to play.
Nan Yu sat on the sofa, her eyes closed, feigning sleep to rest.
Nan Qingqing clung tightly to Gu Chuxin, her eyes almost piercing into the surveillance footage, ensuring that there was no scene of Gu Chuxin poisoning anyone.
Gu Chuxin, on the other hand, seemed relaxed and leisurely sipped tea.
"Nan Zhou, the surveillance footage you copied, have you watched it beforehand? Don't end up unable to find the murderer and become a laughingstock," someone said.
Nan Zhou sat beside Nan Yu and snorted coldly, "Don't worry, even if the surveillance footage doesn't reveal the murderer, I have a thousand ways to find the poisoner. She won't get away!"
Nan Bofu rotated his prayer beads, watching the surveillance videos while stealing glances at the composed Nan Yu.
He pursed his lips and continued to watch the footage.
