That brief stretch of time was enough for Sun Binghe to uncover a great deal.
"One paparazzo did get away last night, but they weren't the ones who posted the Trending Search story. Someone secretly bought it from them. Judging by the scale of it, this was planned. We can confirm that the Jiang Family was pulling the strings."
Jiang Nong stood by the exit.
Guilt was practically written all over his face.
When he saw Shen Lian, Jiang Nong straightened, looking anxious and pitiful. "Shen..."
Even that single word grated unbearably on Sun Binghe's ears.
The next second, Shen Lian seized Jiang Nong by the collar and slammed him against the iron doorframe with a resounding bang.
Everyone looked over in horror, but Shen Lian didn't care. His expression turned utterly grim, his bright, gentle air becoming razor-sharp in an instant. "Who the hell do you think you are, pulling this shit with me?"
Sun Binghe instantly felt as though heavenly music had cleared his ears.
The iron door had raised vertical bars and decorative patterns. Jiang Nong was stunned at first, then a searing pain spread across his back. He had never been able to stand pain, but right now, Shen Lian's expression frightened him more than the pain did. "Shen, I don't understand. Let go of me first..."
"You dare say the Trending Search had nothing to do with you?" Sun Binghe asked coldly.
Jiang Nong opened his mouth, his mind racing. "Shen, the Studio said we needed some publicity. I thought that was fine, wasn't it? I told them to write about brotherly affection, either with you or my brother. I didn't know they'd write it like that."
"You didn't know?" Shen Lian leaned closer. "You wanted the person I love to see it, didn't you?"