Yu Ziling immediately lost interest. "Oh, is that so?"

Tall and handsome?

It seems that this man is undoubtedly Quan Jingzhou.

Is it strange that Quan Jingzhou is having dinner with Yu Guanguan?

They were always inseparable.

"Huh? Ziling, aren't you curious?" Qin Rongrong was a little puzzled by her indifferent reaction. "To be honest, Yu Guanguan isn't that good-looking, and compared to you, she's even poorer and less well-mannered. How come she has such a high-quality man by her side?"

Yu Ziling was naturally eager to know the answer to this question as well.

Who knows if Quan Jingzhou is blind, to dote on Yu Guanguan so much.

Yu Ziling, holding her phone, suddenly said with a glint in her eye, "Rongrong, don't underestimate Yu Guanguan. Someone like her would do anything for money."

"ah?!"

Qin Rongrong was taken aback, then immediately said, "She really is being kept by someone. She has no shame whatsoever."

"You can't just say things like that," Yu Ziling said, feigning panic. "Yu Guanguan is very famous now. If you talk about her like that, she definitely won't let you off the hook."

"She just became a star after participating in some modeling competition," Qin Rongrong said dismissively. "Who knows if she's just trying to hook up with men through the competition."

“But…” Yu Ziling said, feigning difficulty, “you have no evidence.”

“Who says I have no evidence?” Qin Rongrong glanced in Yu Guanguan’s direction. “I’ll take a picture right now and send it to the reporters to expose this.”

After saying that, she didn't hang up the phone; she just took out her phone and snapped a few photos.

The key point is, of course, Yu Guanguan.

Qin Rongrong was not entirely stupid; she could tell that Quan Jingzhou was not someone to mess with, so she didn't dare to take too clear a picture of him. However, those ambiguous angles were enough for those troublemaking reporters to write countless tabloid stories.

When Yu Ziling heard that Qin Rongrong was so cooperative, she took the photos before she even said anything.

She chuckled inwardly, but outwardly said, "Oh my, Rongrong, you're truly untainted by the mud. You're so much more cunning than Yu Guanguan."

"Of course then," Qin Rongrong said smugly.

"But Rongrong, were you eating at that restaurant? How did you run into Yu Guanguan?"

Qin Rongrong, carried away with her pride, said, "I work here."

"Work?" Yu Ziling was taken aback. "Aren't you a rich heiress? Why do you need to work?"

Qin Rongrong then realized she had let something slip; many people were unaware that her family had gone bankrupt. So she quickly tried to cover it up, saying, "Hey, I'm not really working here; I'm just experiencing life."

"I see."

Yu Ziling nodded, showing no concern for her. "Since you took the photos, I'll give you a phone number. You can find some for her; I think she'll definitely buy them at a high price."

The words "high price" immediately struck a nerve with Qin Rongrong, who asked, "Who would be interested in Yu Guanguan's photos? Reporters?"

“That person is much richer than the reporter.” Yu Ziling’s mind conjured up Mo Anran’s face, and she said with a sneer, “That person is now Yu Ziling’s competitor. If you contact her, she will definitely be interested in the photos.”

"Okay." Qin Rongrong immediately agreed happily.

After hanging up the phone, he took a lot more photos before dialing the number Yu Ziling had given him.