My actress wife Su Youtian

Chapter 223 Lin Sang only saw one hand carrying Tang Tang in

"I remember that this lounge was arranged for Ling Wei that day?"

The monitoring of that day has been covered by the new monitoring content.

Lin Sang has no way of knowing what happened after Tangtang entered the lounge.

Liang Yue nodded, "That's right."

"You said the injury on Tangtang's body, could it be Ling Wei..."

If it was before, Lin Sang would definitely not have suspected Ling Wei.

Lin Sang and Ling Wei were not in the same circle before, so she didn't know much about Ling Wei.

Ling Wei's image in front of the public has always been the generous and decent Bai Fumei, No. 1 yuan in Forty-Nine City.

But since he was reborn into the original owner, Lin Sang's view of Ling Wei has changed.

Ling Wei is not as Buddhist as it appears on the surface, at least in Lin Sang's view.

Otherwise, when she was on stage that day, Ling Wei wouldn't have stretched out her foot trying to trip her up and make her look ugly.

Not to mention knowing that Su Rui has a wife and children, and still being ambiguous with Su Rui in the name of friends.

"No way, Tangtang is just a child..."

Although Liang Yue doesn't like Ling Wei either.

Ke Tangtang was just a two or three year old girl after all.

How could Ling Wei be No. 1 Yuan and a public figure, how could she do such a child abuse thing.

"It's hard to say..."

Lin Sang had seen the injuries on Tangtang's body, she didn't accidentally drop it at all, it was obviously pinched by someone.

That day Ling Wei made a fool of himself because he failed to steal the chicken, so he left the stage early and went back to the waiting room.

Ling Wei had just made a fool of herself, so she must be angry.

It was the time of the event, and people from the entire shopping mall gathered on the stage.

Only Ling Wei has the time and motivation to attack Tangtang.

"Is there no way to restore the monitoring?"

Lin Sang's guess is just a guess.

Before the law, we still need to pay attention to evidence.

Without monitoring, Lin Sang would have no evidence to suspect Ling Wei.

Liang Yue: "It stands to reason that you can't."

"It stands to reason...that is, it is actually possible?" Lin Sang understood the point.

"Well, I can try, but I can't guarantee that it will work."

Most surveillance videos on the market are recorded in a loop.

In order to meet memory requirements, surveillance must continuously and automatically overwrite previous surveillance videos.

If you want to restore the content that has been overwritten, in addition to excellent technology, it also depends on luck.

Fearing that Lin Sang's hopes were too high and he would be disappointed in the end, Liang Yue didn't dare to talk too much, and only said that he would try it himself.

"You?" Being reminded by Liang Yue, Lin Sang suddenly remembered.

Before becoming an agent, Liang Yue was a top student in science and engineering, specializing in computers.

"That's right, why did I forget that you may be a top computer student, hurry up and try."

Lin Sang can't wait to urge.

The girl looked cute and tight in excitement, Liang Yue chuckled and shook his head.

In the afternoon, Liang Yue recovered the monitoring data as he wished.

In the surveillance, Tangtang first came from the end of the corridor with a small schoolbag on his back, and then poked his head at the door of the lounge.

Seems like there's something in the break room that scares her, or something.

In the surveillance, after Tangtang stayed at the door of the lounge for a while, she suddenly showed a look of fear.

Then, Tangtang wanted to leave.

But just when Tangtang wanted to run, a hand stretched out from inside.

The man's hand accurately grasped the small schoolbag on Tangtang's back, lifted the little guy up and carried it in.

In order to protect the artist's privacy, surveillance is installed in the corridor, and only the situation in the corridor is photographed, not in the lounge.

Because of this, Lin Sang only saw one hand carrying Tang Tang in, but did not see who the owner of the hand was.

(End of this chapter)