"Weiwei, what's between us? Your business is my business. Was that the man you gave up your career to cook for you?" Luo Wuyan asked gossipily, putting his arm around her shoulder.

Because in the swaying dance floor, two people have to be extremely close to hear each other.

"Hmm." Lu Zhiwei shrugged and smiled.

"He is indeed very handsome." Luo Wuyan praised without reservation.

"You have to trust your sister's judgment."

"It's just that... you're terrible at that. You haven't gotten pregnant in all these years. If you were pregnant now, it would be so great. You'd have the child, the father would be gone, and everyone in the alliance would be his godparents. He'd have all the resources in the world from birth..." Luo Wuyan whispered teasingly in her ear.

Click, click.

In the private seating area below the stage.

A pair of fair hands held a phone high, using the rear camera to capture the close-up figures of Lu Zhiwei and Luo Wuyan, saved the picture, and sent it to two WeChat friends.

Shen Jinmo, who had just finished showering, stood in the large bedroom.

Every time he came home, there was always a little woman lying on the bed in the bedroom, waiting for him. She was wearing a nightgown, her slender, snow-white legs hanging over the blanket, and her sleeping posture was incredibly ugly. He had disliked it countless times.

Now, the bedroom is empty, and her presence is fading.

He turned and walked out of the bedroom, then went to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass of foreign liquor.

Then I sat down on the sofa and took out my phone to handle some matters.

I forwarded the portrait Lu Zhiwei drew at the police station today to Qi Mingli: [Send one of your company's reliable talent scouts to find this person. Tell them you want to sign him.]

Qi Mingli quickly replied to the WeChat message: 【This person looks a bit like you. If you want to cultivate this type of star, I can just contact you directly. Want to work part-time at Qi's Entertainment? Why go through all that trouble?】

Shen Jingmo picked up his wine glass, took a sip with his thin lips, and quickly typed a message on his phone: 【Just investigate, don't waste time.】

The reason for wanting to investigate through Qi Mingli was to avoid alerting the enemy.

The fact that the murder was framed, and with such a complex and sophisticated method, means the perpetrator must be someone of considerable influence.

Ding-dong.

My WeChat notification rang.

Someone sent him a picture message.

The slender fingers quickly tapped to zoom in on the image.

Shen Jinmo slammed the wine glass in his hand onto the table.