When Qin Youxuan discovered the envelope was full of photographs, her heart trembled.
Her fingers, without hesitation, forcefully pulled one out. Suddenly they twitched, and all the photographs fell to the ground.
"Madam, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I just dropped them by accident. Don't mind me, go about your work." Qin Youxuan squatted down and quickly gathered the photos, then flipped them onto the floor with a slap.
She didn't let the butler see what was on the pictures.
Only after the butler left did Qin Youxuan sit powerlessly on the floor.
Her complexion was frighteningly pale.
Picking up the photographs from the floor, she went through them one by one again.
In her cat-like eyes, disbelief flickered.
The background of the photographs was a vocal venue, and Dan Hanjie stood not far from the bar, embracing a woman.
He was standing, his face buried in the woman's neck.
