No one was any more foolish than anyone else these days. Zhang Yu had barely finished cursing Zhang Xianyang's mother when photos of her fooling around with someone were posted online. What exactly had happened? Like a blind man eating dumplings, everyone knew perfectly well.
Zhang Yaxian still wore that gentle, demure expression, utterly unfazed by Zhang Yazhi pointing at her nose and cursing. She merely reached out to brush aside Zhang Yazhi's arm and said unhurriedly, "What use is there in arguing about this now? I suggest you sit down properly, Second Sister. We should discuss whether there's any way to suppress this matter."
Zhang Yazhi said angrily, "What is there to discuss? We'll just tell everyone the photos were Photoshopped, that someone is trying to frame our Yuyu."
"And what if Zhang Xianyang takes those photos to be examined? People nowadays aren't fools. Since someone could follow the trail and find out that Zhang Yu was the one spreading false information, do you really think they won't be able to tell whether those photos are real or fake?"
Zhang Yazhi's heart sank. Looking at Zhang Yaxian, she asked, "Then what do you suggest?"
"The most urgent matter is to calm Zhang Xianyang down first. Didn't he say he wanted Yu'er to apologize at his mother's grave?"
"What do you mean?" Zhang Yazhi's expression changed drastically, and she looked at Zhang Yaxian with even greater fury.
Zhang Yaxian lowered her head, exposing a slender stretch of snowy-white neck that made her appear even more gentle. She poured tea for Zhang Yazhi and Zhou Jinliang, then said mildly, "Don't get so worked up. I'm only offering you some advice. You know Yangyang's temperament. His uncle spoiled him rotten. Even our family can't get anything from him; all we can do