"If things are done, no one should notice it."

"This time I did a good job, I believe I won't bother you again."

"Hope so."

...

Song Cian was about to stick it on the storefront and tried to hear it clearly, but the door suddenly opened, almost scaring her.

The person who walked out looked at her indifferently, but Song Cian clearly felt a hint of panic flashing in his eyes.

Song Ci'an didn't care much. Seeing him getting farther and farther away, He Zhilin, who was sitting in the study, spoke first: "Ci'an, are you here to find me?"

Song Ci'an pointed with his finger: "My mother has something to ask you to say, so let you go."

"Okay, I'll go there now. You just came back and have a good rest first. Let's have dinner together tonight."

He Zhilin gently patted her shoulder when he passed by Ci An.

After he walked away, Song Ci'an walked into his study in a strange way and looked around curiously.

Suddenly my eyes fell on a photo frame at the highest point of the shelf, with a photo embedded inside.

She was curious and took it down to check it out.

The woman in the photo has five or sixty-sixth-part similarities with her mother, especially her eyes, which are very similar.

She couldn't help but wonder whether it was the mother who looked like a photo or the portrait of the mother who looked like a photo.

If it is the former, it means that Uncle He just treats his mother as a substitute.

If it were the latter, the nature would be completely different. Song Cian thought about it and felt that the photo in front of him was a little weird.

But in the current situation, she can no longer investigate the cause of her father's death. It is a blessing and a warning for her mother to survive the disaster.

Let this matter be put aside for the time being, and after a while she will start investigating from other aspects.

Yan Jin secretly investigated the envelope after Liu Chengshuang's death, but found nothing.

It seemed that faith also disappeared with Liu Chengshuang's death.

Before the matter came to an end, the intimate photos of him and Song Cian suddenly exploded in the circle.

"You guys were too careless. I was photographed by reporters so many photos, and my phone was almost blown up."

Lin Shen ran angrily to settle the score with Yan Jin.

"You can handle it as much as you should. Are you familiar with it?"

Yan Jin's expression was calm, which made him even more crazy.

I had no choice but to contact the reporter who exposed the photos and talk about the price.

"This time it probably isn't that simple. They don't want to expose some materials and increase their popularity."

Lin Shen rolled his eyes and looked at Yan Jin.

"Then let's find a way to suppress it." Yan Jin was also browsing the comments below.

All of them were insulting Song Ci'an's remarks, believing that the two did not match up at all, saying that Song Ci'an was seducing people first.

Fans are also waiting for Yan Jin's team to explain.

"Song Ci'an probably doesn't know it yet, and maybe she won't do anything if she knows it. After all, her team can still use this to hype and increase her popularity."

Lin Shen responded while typing.

According to his previous personality, if the remarks were not too extreme, Yan Jin would probably ignore them.

But now, he actually cared about how Song Cian would react when he saw these phrases.

"Do you feel sorry for her? Who said that if you were attacked by your fans, it's not your business?"

Lin Shen noticed that Yan Jin's expression had changed and started joking.

Yan Jin did not respond positively, but asked the agent to handle it quickly. The message also came from his mobile phone. Song Ci'an had returned to the He family.

He stared at his phone with thoughts without saying a word.

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Chapter completed!