Su Qiao's lips curled up. Not bad.
"Oh, I recorded what you just said. By now, it should already have been sent to Lan Jiaye's new phone. Enjoy her lion's roar!"
"Oh, right. The photos of you draping your arms over the shoulders and around the waists of your number-one, number-two, number-three, and number-four backup girlfriends as you took them into a hotel were sent over at the same time."
Su Qiao finished speaking with a smile, then decisively hung up.
On the other end of the call, Ji Guiyun was so furious that he nearly smashed his phone.
"That bitch actually pulled this trick on me."
"I knew it. How could there be any innocent women in this world? They're all damn good at pretending. The only difference is whether they're good at it or not."
As for the photos, after they vanished overnight—and even slowly disappeared from the devices of people who had downloaded them—they caused quite a stir.
In the end, everyone reached the same conclusion: Su Qiao had someone powerful backing her, and he was no ordinary person.
Otherwise, there was no way all the photos could have disappeared in such a short time.
They guessed that Su Qiao had found herself a sugar daddy.
Some people kept making sour remarks and hurling abuse, while others expressed doubt because the voice recordings had not disappeared.
Host, the photos online have disappeared. A lot of people are speculating that someone is backing you.
444 stayed online every day. It had already registered accounts on three relatively famous platforms and published several informative articles about investments such as stocks and horse racing.
However, since it did not yet have any capital to invest, it had not published any articles or videos making predictions.
"Oh."
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