The next moment, a stream of water hissed out.
A glint of amusement danced in Song Yunuan's eyes as she smiled.
Tang Shougui collapsed to the ground, his face smeared with mud and water, his mind blank.
Qin Wang didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
Song Yunuan withdrew the water gun and took out her own envelope, opened it, and showed it to the relatively sober Qin Wang.
"This is a fairy tale I wrote. Look at my handwriting, look at my script. Do you have the nerve to forge under my name with that scribble of yours?"
Qin Wang felt that everything that happened today was challenging his worldview.
"Forger love letters from a pen pal?" Song Yunuan looked around angrily, "Shameless!"
Then, holding up the camera, she looked down at the four people, "Let me guess your true purpose with that camera."
"Were you planning to capture me in some photos you could use to blackmail me?"
