"It's not you?" Yu Miao asked hesitantly.
She believed half of it. After all, exposing her would not do An Ming much good.
An Ming said impatiently, "Do you think I'll be happy if you suffer?"
Yu Miao thought about it and felt that it made sense. "Then tell me, how did the marketing account get our chat history?"
If she could not get an answer, An Ming would never be cleared of suspicion.
An Ming sneered. "I'm guessing that someone used hacking skills to hack into our phones. Otherwise, why would so many photos of you and your mother be exposed at the same time?"
The hacker took the chat record from An Ming's phone and found the photographs from Yu Miao's phone.
Yu Miao frowned. Could it really be a hacker?
But who hired a hacker to steal her information?
Yu Miao voiced her doubts.
