The dean's words were an introduction. Gu Chen lowered his eyes slightly and said in confusion: "Maybe this Mrs. Shen really knows something. None of the leaders noticed that the 'I' in the photo was for sale, but she was the only one who noticed. His eyes are very sharp."
"Principal Yu, why don't you ask her first? Maybe Mrs. Shen often comes in and out of hotels or does similar things, so she said this."
She was really anxious. She didn't need to explain any more this time. The school leaders also knew that she had nothing to talk about with the Shen couple.
"Shut up, you uneducated bitch!" Fan Yuyan felt as if she had stepped on a sore foot. Looking at the face in front of her that she couldn't like no matter what, she yelled in a very sharp voice, "What have you done? If you bite others back, you..."
"Yu Yan, you've lost your temper. There's something wrong with those photos, they're probably composite photos." The furious Shen Shuocheng calmed down completely. He pointed to the door and patted the back of his wife's hand gently, "Go outside. wait for me."
The voice was gentle, but the coldness in her eyes made Fan Yuyan's knees weak from fear. She...she had violated her husband's taboo after all.
How could this happen? Why would she...her temper be easily aroused whenever she saw a bitchy girl?
The photo couldn't be checked immediately. She had to call Xiyue immediately to see if...she did it.
With red eyes, Fan Yuyan left the reception room, raised her chin and asked where the bathroom was. She immediately found the bathroom and dialed Shen Xiyue's mobile phone number.
"Photo? Aunt Fan, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand you?" Shen Xiyue, who was shopping with Zheng Heng, was sitting in the cafe. Her gentle temperament, like that of a Jiangnan water town, made many men in leisure unable to help themselves. Take another look.
She gently stirred the coffee with a small retro-engraved silver spoon, frowning slightly, "Can you make it clearer to me?"
When Fan Yuyan heard this, most of her worries subsided and she said with a smile: "It's not a good thing, but Gu Chen, that bitch, didn't know who she offended by sending a bunch of photos of her and a few men in and out of the hotel in the middle of the night. But, listen, Your dad said, I'm afraid it's a composite photo."
"...She has always been unpleasant and offends people everywhere. It is normal for someone to want to punish her." Slowing down the stirring, the face that she wanted to scratch with a knife flashed through her mind, and Shen Xiyue's eyes were filled with confusion. Cold.
Even the adoptive father could tell that it was a composite photo. It seemed... Zhao Juan didn't take the trouble to get things done.
After hanging up the phone, Shen Xiyue felt that her heels, which were blistered by high-heeled shoes, were even more painful. Before Zheng Heng came back from buying flat shoes for her, she quickly called Zhao Juan, who was studying in a junior college in Beijing.
"Zhao Juan, how did you do this for me? I gave you 50,000 yuan, and you actually made a few composite photos? What a waste, you can't handle such a small thing!"
Zhao Juan, who was tutoring, was a high school classmate of Shen Xiyue and Gu Chen, a girl who often worked secretly for Shen Xiyue to frame Gu Chen.
No matter how harshly the person on the other end of the phone scolded, Zhao Juan could only endure it and clenched her hands tightly, leaving several bloody fingernail marks on her palms.
She had no way to answer. She was the daughter of the Shen family's nanny. Her father was a flower farmer in the Shen family, her mother was a cleaning servant in the Shen family, and her only sister was fostered at her grandma's house in the countryside.
...The whole family relies on the Shen family's expressions to live their lives. Apart from listening obediently, she can't reply no matter how unpleasant the scolding is.
