Thinking about how Third Young Master Jun would soon fall into her hands, she was in a great mood. She picked up her phone and directly dialed Ye Lu's number.
Ye Lu sat in her room, her delicate face pale, but her eyes blazed with fierce fire and icy cold.
When the phone rang, she coldly glanced at it—it was that woman's call.
Upon answering, she heard Yiren's smug, tender voice come through, "I believe you've seen today's news report."
"So what? Bringing your own stuff to sneak photos and then leaking it to the media for hype—your methods are so low!" Ye Lu's voice was full of scorn.
Yiren was taken aback, somewhat sheepish. She hadn't expected this woman to be quite so astute as to see through her schemes, but she quickly laughed it off.
