The lenses of Feng Mu's glasses reflected the warm light of the desk lamp, like a gentle filter subtly diluting the coldness in his eyes, leaving only a warm, amber glow.
His slender fingers lightly brushed over the camera's casing, his movements as gentle as petting a docile cat.
Feng Yuhuai stood at the door, meeting Feng Mu's eyes.
Through the lenses, those eyes seemed ordinary and harmless.
For some reason, an inexplicable emotion quietly sprouted in Feng Yuhuai's heart. She suddenly wondered if she was being overly suspicious.
Although reason kept reminding her to stay alert, her body had already unconsciously taken a step forward.
"Come, sit over here, let's see what Father recorded with this camera together."
Feng Mu spoke with a cheerful smile. His tone and words made Feng Yuhuai feel as if he truly knew nothing about anything.
Did he even think this camera belonged to Father?!!
