Meanwhile, in the president's office of Jiang Group.
Jiang Xuan had let Dong Mao and Shen Jing leave first.
He logged into the platform account that Dong Mao had won the prize from, looked at the page displaying the order for a while, and his handsome fingers, sculpted like his eerie likeness, touched a button—"Urge Shipment".
Although he got the prize he wanted, Jiang Xuan still felt a bit jealous.
Who took Xia Ye's private photos?
That girl was not the type to take selfies.
Jiang Xuan was conflicted now. He did want to see the truly "private" photos, but he wasn't the only winner; such photos must not be seen by others...
Amidst his dilemma, he opened the WeChat of the kid "Heaven Has No Eyes" and typed a message.
Jiang: Will you live stream again tomorrow night?
The kid had just returned to the dorm. In front of the mirror that took up half the wall in the washroom, Xia Ye, chewing on her toothbrush, casually replied.
