"Xiao Yu, did you really remember everything here in that brief instant? Everything?" Yan Weiwei was somewhat incredulous.
"Yep! Compared to yesterday, there hasn't been much change in the room, just that there is one less book on the bookshelf, and the angles of the computer and printer on the desk seem a bit off, probably because uncle used them afterwards. Also, there are some more scraps of paper in the trash can..."
Meng Lang was speechless.
No wonder Xiao Yu used to work for international police. Even with such a young talent, she couldn't hide it, could she?
With this going on, will my study ever have any secrets left? Basically, nothing escapes Xiao Yu's eyes wherever she looks.
But luckily, it's all in the family...
"Huh... How come there's an extra photo frame here?"
Xiao Yu suddenly picked up a photo frame from the desk and said in confusion.
