In the dressing room.
The air suddenly became quiet, almost stifling.
Ye Qiao stared at Fang Jiayun on the sofa opposite her, her eyelids lowered, a frigid chill emanating from her eyes.
"So, you saw everything?"
Fang Jiayun's lips curled, her eyes full of mockery. "What, are you admitting it?"
Ye Qiao put down her phone and raised a hand to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, revealing glistening diamond earrings. She smiled faintly. "It's pointless to feign ignorance now. Just say it, what do you want?"
Fang Jiayun couldn't be bothered to pretend anymore. She took out her phone, played a video, and aimed the screen at Ye Qiao.
Ye Qiao's gaze locked onto the screen. She suddenly began to tremble with anger, her delicate fists clenching involuntarily.
The video showed the scenes of her and Sun Zhe in the dressing room from earlier.
