The next day, Rong Shang booked another plane ticket.

It's 4 PM.

This time, without any external factors, she checked out of the hotel, boarded a plane, and left H City.

When she got off the plane, she sent a text message to Liao Mingxun to tell him that she had returned home.

At that time, Liao Mingxun only called to tell her to take good care of herself.

Perhaps he has already figured it out.

He knew that things couldn't be between him and her.

So he chose to let go.

On her first day back at the company, Rong Shang took the initiative to ask Han Sirong out.

When the woman reappeared in the office, she was wearing a mask and sunglasses.

Throughout the rest of the conversation, the woman never removed her mask and sunglasses.

That's how Rong Shang gradually realized something was wrong.

"I've always kept my public and private matters separate. Even if I don't like you, I would never take your money and release your scandals."

"You think you can just say you can't and then you can't? Who would believe that!"

Oh.

Han Sirong truly hated this woman.

If it weren't for her, she wouldn't be in this situation today.

The entertainment industry has always been ruthless towards female celebrities.

The public can still choose to forgive men when they make mistakes.

But if a woman does something wrong, she's immediately condemned and never given another chance.

In the past few days, all of Han Sirong's schedules have been canceled.

She was like a useless person, and wherever she went, she was scorned and ostracized.

Now she doesn't even dare to ask her sugar daddy for help.

She feared that if he found out about the news online, her situation would worsen.

"Anhao, you've really put me in a terrible situation!"

The woman's angry voice came from under her mask. Rong Shang looked up and saw that the woman's hands, which were resting on her knees, were already clenched into fists.

Burning with anger, even across a glass table, Rong Shang could feel the sharpness in the woman's eyes behind her sunglasses.

Like a sharp knife, it wished it could kill her piece by piece.

"I said, no means no."

She tapped the armrest of the sofa, her expression calm and composed.

"You say I leaked the information, but I can also say you lost the photos yourself."

With a slight twitch of her fingers, Han Sirong fell silent.

Rong Shang saw it at that moment, and she narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze sharp.

"How about this, bring over all the photos and negatives I gave you last time, and I'll know the quantity by checking."

"Photos..." For some reason, Han Sirong stammered, "It's been so long, I threw the photos away a long time ago."

"Throw it away?" Ha, "Can I assume that the photos you threw away were picked up by someone, and that the person who took your photos leaked the information about you?"

And they still want to frame her company?

Speechless, Han Sirong began to ramble incoherently, "No, I misspoke just now. The photos weren't thrown away, they were burned."

"You say you'll just burn it, but do you have any evidence?"

"..."

I finally understand. Han Sirong got into trouble and wanted to find a scapegoat.

"You..." Han Sirong slammed her hand on the table and stood up. "Anhao, you broke your promise."

Clang.

A sharp knife was thrown on the table, startling Han Sirong.

Rong Shang glanced at her coldly and sneered, "What? Are you going to try to take me down now?"

Oh.

Pick up the knife from the table and gently wipe the sharp blade with a tissue.

Rong Shang stood up under the wary gaze of the woman in front of her.

"Han Sirong, Han Sirong, don't you even know where I am?"

Rong Chang took a step and slowly walked up.

When Han Sirong saw her approaching with a knife, she was terrified. "What are you going to do?"