"Miss Sun, what's wrong?" These reporters, seasoned and savvy, had gleefully agreed to her proposition of a big scoop. Yet, after several calls with no response, they couldn't help but feel puzzled.
Sun Shuxian quickly shook her head, "No, it's nothing. I suddenly feel a bit unwell and need to go to the restroom. Do you know where it is?"
"Oh, it's out the door and to the right."
Clutching her phone tightly, Sun Shuxian hurried out.
The text message she received was actually a photo. In a luxurious, dimly lit private room, a disheveled man was pressed on top of a naked woman, engaged in vigorous activity. The man's face was clear yet unfamiliar, but the woman's face, twisted in ecstasy, sent chills down her spine.
Wasn't that her?
How could this be? When had she ever been with this man?
Could it be...
No, it couldn't be possible!
Sun Shuxian stared in disbelief, her mind a complete blank.
