Mu Yiyao rose to open the door, and upon seeing Sang Qian, her gaze faltered slightly. She wanted to say something but restrained herself.
Xiang Shan entered the rest lounge ahead of Sang Qian, sat down next to Shen Zhiqiu, and said with a face full of concern, "Zhiqiu, stop crying. The incident tonight was clearly orchestrated by someone. You are falling into their trap by being heartbroken and dejected. You need to pull yourself together and think, who would target you like this?"
Shen Zhiqiu, her mind full of those photographs, just kept crying hopelessly, "I don't know, I don't know..."
Xiang Shan gently probed, "Have you offended anyone?"
"I haven't, I haven't..." Shen Zhiqiu cried, shaking her head. Her gaze inadvertently caught Sang Qian, and she suddenly froze. The next second, she pointed at Sang Qian with tears reddened eyes and asked, "Was it you?"
Sang Qian, with a calm expression, shook her head, "No."
