"What the hell do you want?"
Chen Jiao's face suddenly changed, the thick makeup crackling on her skin. Her once lovely face now twisted grotesquely, revealing its ugliest side.
She clutched her phone tightly, aiming the camera at Cheng Yu, her emotions close to breaking point as she kept backing away in fear.
I grabbed Cheng Yu, who was advancing toward Chen Jiao. I only came here today to get those photos back, not to stir up more trouble.
Besides, seeing Chen Jiao so tightly wound up right now, I was afraid she might lash out in desperation—after all, she still had leverage over me.
"Chen Jiao, I don't want to make this hard for you, just give me the negatives."
As much as I itched with hate for what happened today, as much as I wanted to slap her myself...
I knew that now wasn't the time to turn against Chen Jiao.
