Chu Mu casually picked up a claw hammer from the toolbox. He weighed it in his hand a couple of times, then looked at the zombie-like woman before him and asked,
"Who are you?"
The woman's voice was dull and vacant. "I am Xia Jie."
Chu Mu asked again, "What were you doing before you called for Chu Mu to fix the light?"
"I was playing on my phone."
"What's the phone's password?"
"******."
Chu Mu casually picked up the phone from the dresser. He entered the password, his fingers feeling a little clumsy, and as he swiped, various screens appeared one after another.
The woman clearly had a habit of saving her chat history. The records on the phone could be traced back for years.
The traces of every year, every month, were meticulously recorded on the device.
There was even a ledger that clearly documented the woman's detailed daily expenses ever since she started working.
Just a dozen or so minutes ago, the woman had even ordered takeout...
