[Little Light Bulb: Is this a photo of my ex-wife's sister being promoted to Best Actor?]

Has Ningbao gone public today?: Oh my god, I can smell the sycophancy in this post. PS: Just a little reminder to my ex-wife, Weibo allows nine-grid posts, no, eighteen-grid posts, please.

Helpless Little Spiral: What's going on? How did my ex-wife's sister manage to get a role in the Best Actor award? Didn't they get divorced?

……

Shang Ning didn't read the comments much, but she checked her private messages and saw messages from several accounts she frequently saw.

[Jin Feng: Do you sell photos?]

[Jin Yining1228: Are the photos for sale? You set the price.]

[Jin Wei Army: Ahhhhh, does my ex-wife's sister have any other photos to sell?]

Shang Ning: "..."

Shang Ning took a few screenshots and sent them to Zhao Xinxin. He rolled his eyes, glanced at Jin Yining, and then started typing.

[Starlight: I think I've found a way to make money.]

Mom, I've found the real deal: Didn't you give up, fan site admin?

Starlight: I don't work as a fan site manager, I just take photos.

Mom, I've fallen for this: selling photos?

Starlight: Hmm.

Mom, I've got the real deal: Who will I sell it to?

Starlight: So it's time to use you. I'll send you screenshots of a few people. Can you help me filter out the ones with good character?

Mom, I've got it! Okay, I'll take a look for you, but you probably won't sell this kind for too much.

Starlight: Yeah, I know.

As Shang Ning typed, she glanced at Jin Yining again. The image on her face was somewhat jarring. If others had to resort to such methods to obtain Jin Yining's image, and who knew what it would actually look like, then she might as well do it herself.

As Shang Ning was thinking, her phone rang. She froze when she saw the number, her heart skipped a beat, and her knuckles holding the phone turned slightly white.

There was no mark, but she always remembered the number.

Shang Ning took a deep breath, her fingertips trembling almost imperceptibly, and then answered the phone.

"Professor An."

Professor An?

Jin Yining was talking to someone when she heard this address and looked over. It was He Zhiyan's mother, An Li.

"Miss Ning, I apologize for what I said before." An Li apologized directly, but her words didn't seem to be meant to express her apology.

If it was for an apology, why wait until today?

Shang Ning kept her eyes slightly lowered and didn't even notice when the car stopped.

Fans who had heard the news had already gathered outside, and security guards cleared a path for him, but Jin Yining was looking at Shang Ning.

"I'm just glad Professor An trusts me," Shang Ning said slowly.

Anli was always different for her.

She went to ask everyone for an apology, but she didn't dare to ask Anli for a single apology.

Perhaps it's because disappointment is tantamount to despair.

So at this moment, she could only treat Anli as a stranger.

“Miss Ning, I apologize for what I said to you without permission, but that was my personal decision. I would like to ask you for a favor,” An Li continued, “to persuade her to do me a favor.”

Congratulations?

Shang Ning looked at Jin Yining, somewhat puzzled as to why An Li was saying these things to her.

"What happened to He Zhiyan?" Shang Ning finished speaking, but Jin Yining had already turned around, opened the door, and left. "Sigh..."

Shang Ning couldn't help but call out and hurriedly pushed open the car door to get out, "Professor An, please speak."

"Zhiyan declined the offer of employment from the International Academy of Optics; this was his last chance."

Shang Ning suddenly stopped in her tracks. Jin Yining, who was ahead of her, had already entered the company under the protection of security guards. As Shang Ning watched Jin Yining's figure getting further and further away, she subconsciously clenched her hands.