Wang Ping rubbed his hands together and gave Shen Jiao a lecherous smile. "If you feel lonely and want to find someone to accompany you, then I, Wang Ping, will be happy to help...ah!"
Before he could finish his sentence, he let out a shriek that sounded like a pig being slaughtered.
Luo Yu stood up and raised his leg to kick Wang Ping in the chest.
Wang Ping was kicked over and his fat body fell heavily to the ground, causing him to cry out in pain.
Wang Ping struggled to get up, but Luo Yu had already stepped on his face.
"Are you courting death?"
The man looked down at him with cold eyes. His entire body was filled with a murderous aura as if he was a demon from hell.
Wang Ping's originally ugly facial features were squeezed together by Luo Yu's kick. He had never seen such a scene before and was so scared that he almost lost his soul.
He quickly begged for mercy, "I was just joking. Mr. Luo, Miss Shen, please be magnanimous and let me off this time."
Shen Jiao fiddled with her long chestnut-colored curly hair and let out a lazy snort. "Who ordered you to splash paint on my door?"
She did not want to waste a single word with this scum.
Wang Ping continued to play dumb. "Miss Shen, I don't understand what you mean. I didn't splash any paint on your door. Did you misunderstand something?"
"Oh?"
Shen Jiao smiled and stood up. She walked to Luo Yu's side and motioned for him to move his foot away.
Luo Yu hesitated for a moment, but still listened to her.
Wang Ping's expression relaxed, and just as he felt relieved. Shen Jiao's expression froze. She took Luo Yu's place and stomped on Wang Ping's chest once again.
The pair of shoes she was wearing were a pair of high heels. The lethality of her stomp was much stronger than Luo Yu.
Wang Ping's breath landed on his throat. He could neither move it up nor down. Even his screams were stuck in his throat.
His face quickly changed to the color of a pig's liver. He was in extreme pain.
"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. Do you think that the surveillance cameras won't recognize you just because you're wearing thick clothes and wrapped yourself up?"
Shen Jiao sneered, but her tone was as cold as ice.
"The servant found a few empty paint cans in the trash bin not far away today. Your fingerprints should still be on them. I heard that you wrote about this matter on the front page of your company this morning."
"I've been keeping this information under wraps. If you didn't do it, how did you know about it?"
Shen Jiao lowered her eyes and looked at Wang Ping, who was lying on the ground, with contempt.
Every question she asked hit the nail on the head. Wang Ping couldn't answer her.
Wang Ping's face was twisted to the extreme. He was trembling and asked Shen Jiao to let go in his hoarse voice. He felt that he was about to suffocate.
"You'd better think it over before you answer."
Shen Jiao fiddled with her beautifully made nails, her tone was light. "Otherwise, I can guarantee that the person on the front page tomorrow will be you. Let me think of a better headline...how about famous paparazzi dying on the streets?"
Wang Ping finally couldn't hold it in anymore. He cried and confessed everything.
"It was Luo Yiyi. Miss Luo asked me to do this."
Wang Ping cried his eyes out.
"Miss Luo said that as long as I succeed in this matter and ruin your reputation, she will let me be the editor-in-chief of Tian He Media. She even said she would give me a million dollars."