Once Song Qinghuan caught her breath, she immediately grabbed her phone to call Gu Youli, eager to know whether the video she spoke of was feasible.
So when the call connected, before Gu Youli had a chance to speak, she quickly asked, "Youli, will it work?"
Gu Youli cleared her throat before answering, "There's no problem, but my husband wants to know what kind of video you want to make?"
At this moment, Gu Youli was sitting on Yu Feibai's lap, with Yu Feibai's arms wrapped around her waist, his hand hooking her neck, pulling her forehead close to his own.
Therefore, he could hear clearly the conversation between Song Qinghuan and Gu Youli.
Song Qinghuan laughed awkwardly, turning her head to look out the window.
She pursed her lips for a moment, then finally whispered, "Just find a clip of consummation, then replace it with my face and another man's."
"Ah?" Gu Youli evidently didn't understand what kind of video she was referring to.
