Han Yingying nodded and lowered her voice to ask, "When Shen Mosheng threw He Xinyou, did he say he filmed a video?"
"Me."
"Very good, wait for my signal and then release the video."
"Yes."
Han Yingying took out her phone, opened the live broadcast, and walked into the office to see He Xinyou, disheveled, playing with her phone on the sofa, and coldly smiled.
Thinking it was Shen Mosheng returning, He Xinyou lifted her head with a look of surprise, "Mosheng brother..."
Seeing it was Han Yingying, her expression changed, "Why is it you?"
"That's what I should be asking you: Why are you in my husband's office?"
"Of course, it's because Mosheng brother asked me here. You don't know, just now he was so passionate with me, completely different from his cold demeanor in front of you..."
"Shen Mosheng, how come I didn't know you were so passionate with her?" Han Yingying cut her off, looking at Shen Mosheng behind her with a mocking smile.
