In the darkness of the night, she took out her phone to call Han Chengbei. Her voice trembled with sobs, "The person who took my photo is Xia Yanyan. I have no idea how many media outlets she has sent these pictures to. Can you help me deal with all of them?"
Upon hearing her voice, Han Chengbei sensed something was wrong. "You're crying? Don't cry, don't cry. Brother will find a way to solve this. Where are you now? I'll come find you."
"Don't call yourself 'brother', the last thing I want to hear right now is 'brother'. Otherwise, we're through!"
Not knowing what had happened to her, Han Chengbei quickly changed his tone as if trying to appease a highly esteemed ancestor, "Alright, my dear, where are you?"
Ye Xingguang wiped away her tears and said, "I'm at the entrance of the Xia's family mansion."
"The Xia's family's mansion? Xia Yanyan's house?"
"Mmm."
