This evening, An Xiaoyu finally calmed her heart, but it became uneasy again.
Chu Mucheng...
She found him more and more incomprehensible!
Such a headache!
At that moment, her phone rang again. It was Tong Xi calling.
"Xiaoyu, is the gossip about God and that woman surnamed Sang really true or false?"
An Xiaoyu felt her eardrums almost burst and had to hold her phone further away.
"Damn, I was only snatched away for a cameo in a godforsaken, signal-less ravine, and when I return, I hear such bad news! What exactly happened?"
An Xiaoyu sighed.
"I'm not entirely sure of the details, but God is innocent!"
"Innocent? The photos have already surfaced, sharing the same hotel, a man and a woman alone… How can he be innocent? In my opinion, not even diving into the Yellow River can clear his name!"
