She screamed hysterically over the phone, "What did you say, Song Yinyin is at the airport? Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on her? How did you let her get to the airport?!"
"Miss Song, please calm down. I'm calling you because I have some photos that might interest you. Please take a look at them first."
As he spoke, the man sent the photos he had just taken to Song Anqi.
At this moment, Song Anqi, who was in A City, clicked on the photos sent by the man. After seeing the two people on the screen, a dazed expression appeared on her face.
Then, she suddenly burst into laughter, clutching her belly.
"Hahaha—Song Yinyin, oh Song Yinyin, you truly are a slut. Look! As soon as Lu Jihan left, you couldn't hold back your loneliness, hahaha—"
She had just been kicked out of the room by Lu Jihan and was pacing back and forth angrily in her own room.
And this photo, without a doubt, was like a timely rain in a drought.
