Jiang Yang was almost livid when he heard those words. Friends? What a ridiculous notion—they were clearly rivals in love!
Leng Youchen certainly became more intriguing than five years ago. He found a way to counterattack so swiftly—it was beyond Jiang Yang's expectations. But if he thought he could remove Jiang Yang from Wei Anning's side, it wouldn't be that easy.
The rough man had no evidence in his hands. Jiang Yang was too cautious; even when plotting against others, he left no handle. If he hadn't been beaten up by Leng Youchen's men, he wouldn't have dared to come here seeking Jiang Yang's wrath.
But looking at the man's insincere smile, he took out his phone and found the photos Leng Youchen had someone compose earlier, showing them only to Wei Anning.
"These are the photos taken during the meeting with Mr. Jiang, captured with a pinhole camera."
