Although the results were not ideal, Tan Si's depressed mood improved a lot when she heard this. "Send it to me first. Continue to keep an eye on them."
"Okay, Miss Tan."
Tan Si waited for the male voice on the phone to acknowledge before hanging up. Soon, she received a few photos through a text message on her phone.
In the photo, there was a photo of the two of them snatching the script. It was a little intimate, but this photo alone could not prove anything. However, with the use of wording, what did not exist could be talked about as if it did.
For those small newspapers and marketing accounts, the authenticity was not important. What was important was the click rate and volume of readers.
When Tan Si's gaze swept over Yuan Shao, who was in a corner not far away, she suddenly thought of something. She lowered her eyes and thought for a moment before turning to Dong Ling. "Help me call Yuan Shao over."
Dong Ling immediately obeyed.
