He stared at Yan Sheng for a few seconds, his tone as cold as ice: "Where are the photos? What happened to my photos?"

Yan Sheng didn't expect that he even knew about the photo. He was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said bluntly, "I took the photo. We lived in the same dormitory at the time. One time, I accidentally knocked over your book, and a corner of the photo was exposed. I saw that there was no one in the dormitory, so I took it away."

"Taking something without asking is stealing!" Meng Xiao raised his voice slightly, his tone was blunt and full of sarcasm.

I really learned what Shen Qingli meant by "I've never seen such a thing in my life". What kind of people and things are these?

What a nasty thing!

"So, Mr. Yan, you confessed to all these things, right?" Zheng put his hand on Meng Xiao, signaling him to calm down. Then he asked Yan Sheng.

"Yes, I don't have much to explain, but I still hope you can give me a chance, I..."

"I will report how to deal with you."

He then looked towards the door and said, "Ms. Lin, did you hear everything?"

When Mr. Yan heard what Miss Lin said, his heart trembled. He turned his head mechanically and with difficulty. When he saw the person coming, he was surprised and surprised, but there was more endless panic in his eyes.

Yes, if she hadn't come, this matter would never have been exposed, but how much did she hear at the door just now? Will she forgive me?

Lin Lingling walked in step by step and stood in front of him. He saw the tears and indignation on her face, and he spoke in a trembling voice:

"Lingling."

"Is it you? I remember you." Lin Lingling asked softly.

Yan Sheng was overjoyed, as if he had received some encouragement: "It's me! It's me, Lingling! I'm so glad you still remember me!"

"It's you!" She gritted her teeth and suddenly raised her voice, followed by a crisp slap that landed heavily on Yan Sheng's face.

Is that you?

It's you!

It was him, and precisely because it was him, he lowered his eyes and was unable to refute. After all, it was he who had deceived her first with bad intentions, so it was better for her to vent her anger.

"Why? You lied to me!" She seemed to be extremely sad. She cried in pain, anger and anxiety, stomped her feet on the ground, slowly bent down, covered her face and squatted on the ground, crying loudly.

Her love at first sight, her spiritual support after losing her grandmother, her light, her thoughts! How could she not cry, get angry, or hate?