"Ai Jiang? What use is she?" The tone of the man's words carried a hint of disdain.
"Her role is far from trivial. Don't underestimate the jealousy of a woman; it's a formidable weapon in this world. If used effectively, it can claim lives without us lifting a finger," said a person whose gender was unclear, their voice much steadier than the man's. "And that Xia Wan'an, aside from decent looks, doesn't seem to be special. I suspect the recent incidents were mere coincidences, likely Sheer luck that she happened to assist Han Jingnian. I've seen plenty of girls like her, pampered by wealth, pretentious and delicate, lacking brains, ability, and talent. The only thing going for them is a good background and some dirty money. Ai Jiang is more than enough to deal with them."
After hearing this, the man replied, "I see. I'll send the video to Ai Jiang shortly."
"Remember, you need to conceal the phone number,"
In the KTV room, apart from the music, a brief silence ensued.
