Qin Manxiang probably never anticipated the day she'd capsize in the gutter.
After all, each time she caused trouble, Qin Chengde would clean up after her meticulously.
As time went on, she became less cautious, simply storing the photos on her phone with a basic lock.
She was convinced no one would dare to browse through her phone's gallery.
Yet she never expected to take a fall because of Shen Yanhe.
Shen Yanhe, looking at those unsightly photos, felt a growing chill in her brows and eyes the more she looked.
The young man sitting on the sofa couldn't help but scoot further away.
Her presence was too imposing.
It was suffocating him.
Shen Yanhe did not return Qin Manxiang's phone to her; she held it in her hand, turned her head to the young man, and asked, "What's your name?"
The young man was startled for a moment, then spoke hesitantly, "My name is Jiang Ding."
